A Denim Jacket Goes With More Than You Think: Bottoms, Shoes and Layers
My sister showed up at my place on a Tuesday to drop off a casserole dish she had borrowed months earlier, took one look at what I was wearing, and…
My sister showed up at my place on a Tuesday to drop off a casserole dish she had borrowed months earlier, took one look at what I was wearing, and…
For years I owned exactly one pair of black leather oxfords and I wore them with everything, including, on one memorably bad night, a pair of mid wash blue jeans…
I was on my knees on the kitchen floor last Tuesday with three pins in my mouth and a tape measure looped around my neck like a stethoscope, trying to…
I own nine denim dresses. Nine. I counted them properly last weekend while doing a closet cull that was supposed to result in donations, and instead resulted in me standing…
My brother in law Rob caught me halfway across his living room at Thanksgiving two years ago, glanced down at my feet, and said, “Are those brown with a navy…
The first time I wore a satin skirt out in public, I sat down at a restaurant booth and slid straight off the seat like I’d been greased for a…
My sister took one look at me walking into her kitchen last Thanksgiving, wearing the same black jeans I’d worn to her house every single visit for two years, and…
I bought my first long denim skirt in a hurry, in a dressing room with terrible lighting, because a friend of mine had one and looked effortlessly put together in…
I counted them properly last week, standing in front of the closet with a glass of wine and entirely too much time on my hands, and the number was eleven.…
My friend Marisol walked into my kitchen last spring, looked at my jeans for a solid three seconds, and said, “Wait, are those flared? I didn’t know we were doing…