Joggers Styled Up: Shoes, Boots, Coats and Jackets
I own fourteen pairs of joggers. Fourteen. I counted them properly last Sunday, laid out on the bed like some sort of intervention, and stood there doing the math on…
I own fourteen pairs of joggers. Fourteen. I counted them properly last Sunday, laid out on the bed like some sort of intervention, and stood there doing the math on…
I once showed up to a friend’s engagement dinner wearing a lavender shirt with charcoal gray pants and what I can only describe, in hindsight, as a general air of…
I own eleven pairs of red pants. Eleven. I counted them twice, laid out on the bed like some kind of evidence board, because I genuinely did not believe the…
I own six denim shirts. Not because I set out to collect them, but because every time I think I have the right one, some detail is slightly off, the…
I counted it out last week, actually sat there like a weirdo and scrolled through six weeks of outfit photos on my phone, and the leather jacket showed up in…
I counted nineteen midi skirts hanging in my closet last spring, actually stopped and counted because my sister asked how many I owned when she saw me shove three more…
My friend Dana walked into my kitchen last spring, took one look at my outfit, and said, “Okay, but why does that gray look so much better than your other…
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.…
I own six denim jackets. Six. I did not set out to own six of anything, let alone six versions of the same garment in roughly the same shade of…