Last Tuesday I was waiting in line at Blue Bottle coffee. (Okay fine, don’t laugh – their coffee is actually good.) I was wearing, what I thought was appropriately, little.…
Last Tuesday morning at 7: 43—I was already late to meet a client—I found myself staring into my closet at a pile of clean laundry I hadn’t touched in three…
Last weekend I was rifling through old photo albums in my parents’ basement – you know, kid stuff – when I stumbled on a photo of my father from 1992.…
I’ll admit that I didn’t think leggings were “for” me for the first 44 years of my life. Leggings felt too clingy, too athletic and lazy all at once. That…
Cream trousers always felt aspirational to me. Magazine spreads, sure. But never anything I’d realistically own. It wasn’t until I moved to Devon that I realised I’d been approaching them…
I once believed that white trainers were a thing for people with nothing better to do than worry about scuff marks. You know the type: people who don’t walk ten…
One thing I love about black vintage is that it has zero fucks to give about taking up space. There’s something about the bulk of a 1960s wool coat or…
There’s something covetable about a pair of brown ankle boots. I don’t mean performative covetable; I can’t see you across the shop in mine. I’m talking about little luxuries like…
Somewhere between staring into my closet at 7: 15 a.m., kids crying for breakfast, and wanting to wear something – anything – that resembles an outfit, I reach for a…
Let me start by saying that I never thought I’d become a girl with opinions about maternity jean waistbands. Like, ever. But at 7 months pregnant and still striving to…