The Best Belted Coats
Okay so “best” is doing a LOT of heavy lifting in this post because me and my roommate cannot agree on what that word even means for a belted coat…
Okay so “best” is doing a LOT of heavy lifting in this post because me and my roommate cannot agree on what that word even means for a belted coat…
I spent about two years calling the belt bag a fanny pack with better PR, and I said so, out loud, in meetings adjacent conversations, more than once. I was…
I’d like to have a word with the woman who bought her first biker jacket in 1987 convinced it made her look dangerous. It didn’t. It made her look like…
My mom found the brown belt on my dresser last month and held it up like evidence in a trial. “This is a nice belt,” she said, in the tone…
My mom came to visit in March, sat across from me at brunch, and said, “that color makes you look like you skipped breakfast for a week.” Not mean, just…
There’s a running joke in my office about the way I dig through my belt bag looking for keys, this specific, slightly demented patting motion, like I’m frisking myself, that…
I own four beige mini skirts right now. Four. I counted them Sunday while doing laundry, sitting on top of the dryer like it was an intervention, and my first…
I have a beige maxi skirt sitting in my closet that I set an alert for on three different apps, refreshed like it owed me money, and won at eleven…
I own four of these. I’ve worn three of them a combined total of maybe nine times, and I bought every single one convinced it would be in rotation weekly.…
I’d like to have a word with the woman who packed a black A line dress for a beach trip in 2009 folded into eighths at the bottom of a…