Our Favorite Chelsea Boots Right Now
A guy I was seeing, briefly, in that phase of dating where you’re still performing having your life together, looked at the three pairs by my door and said, “why…
A guy I was seeing, briefly, in that phase of dating where you’re still performing having your life together, looked at the three pairs by my door and said, “why…
One of us has a pair she’s worn into the ground and calls “the only shoe,” and another one thinks brown ankle boots are the thing you buy when you’ve…
My brother Sam calls black ankle boots the athletic sock of footwear, meaning safe to the point of having no opinion at all. I think that’s exactly the point, but…
I did a genuine count last week, standing in front of the closet with a coffee going cold on the dresser, and the number was fourteen. Fourteen maxi skirts. Not…
My sister walked into the kitchen while I was hunting for my keys, took one look at what I had on, and said, “Wait, are those the good jeans? What…
My mom and I had a whole argument about shaft height back in October, the kind where nobody’s really listening to the other person, we’re both just waiting for our…
I counted the other day: fourteen wears in six weeks. That is how often my black knee high boots came off the shelf between the start of October and the…
Chinos have a reputation problem. Ask most people what they picture when you say the word and you get some version of the same image: khaki pants, slightly too roomy…
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…