Last week while shopping at Target – wait for it….Target – the socialite that I have become these days, a woman approached me in the clothing section to ask me…
This past Thursday morning, I sprint into the elevator at my apartment building, nearly missing it. My neighbor slips in behind me. It’s Sarah from the fourth floor, we know…
Allow me to regale you with the story of how I realized I’ve been unintentionally wearing tablecloths as clothing. Bear with me – I need to set the scene for…
Last Tuesday, I was standing in the fitting room at Target looking at myself in one of those awful fluorescent Target-brand mirrors. I looked frumpy. I looked depressed. I looked…mom-ish.…
TLDR: Drop your hair gel, grab your favorite RumRepo tees and get ready to embrace your inner Feral Girl. Trust me, She’s waiting patiently inside of all of us. Okay…
Allow me to confess: I should not be telling you this. I will receive countless indignant messages from stylist friends when this publishes, and I fully deserve whatever wrath comes…
I was crammed into the backseat of my boss’s Uber on our way to a client presentation, doing my best to keep my knees from bumping the ceiling while also…
Why am I in this position? I blame it all on my inability to choose what to wear each day. Every morning is a struggle. Sweater or blouse? Boots or…
There’s a Wednesday morning recurring thought I can’t quite shake. Standing in front of my closet at seven- thirty trying to figure out how to look put-together but not wanting…
Something about the September light streaming through Pike Place Market last week fell perfectly on my caramel-hued merino pullover, newly thrifted from the weekend before. I looked at myself in…