Shop the Black Cardigans We’d Actually Wear
I have a client who once told me she owned “eleven, maybe twelve” black cardigans, and when I asked her to actually count, it was nineteen. Nineteen. And she wore,…
I have a client who once told me she owned “eleven, maybe twelve” black cardigans, and when I asked her to actually count, it was nineteen. Nineteen. And she wore,…
I called beige a coward’s color for about six years. Told my brother Sam that exact thing when he bought one, some camel colored thing from a menswear sale, and…
Had a whole argument last October about whether beige cardigans are the safest thing a grown woman can own or the exact color of giving up. Never got resolved. A…
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…
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…
My sister thinks a beige roll neck is proof you have your life together. I think it’s proof you haven’t done laundry since Tuesday and beige is just what’s left…
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 own seven sequin skirts. Seven. I counted them properly last month, laid out on the bed like some kind of intervention was about to happen, and the number genuinely…
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…