Snow Boots For Winter Days
Half of last January was spent with wet feet because I refused to accept that my pair of “waterproof” ankle boots weren’t cut out for Edinburgh slush. Spoiler alert: they’re…
Half of last January was spent with wet feet because I refused to accept that my pair of “waterproof” ankle boots weren’t cut out for Edinburgh slush. Spoiler alert: they’re…
There’s something covetable about a pair of brown ankle boots. I don’t mean performative covetable; I can’t see you across the shop in mine. I’m talking about little luxuries like…
Refreshed the same search four times in eleven minutes, “hooded puffer, women’s, size small,” like the algorithm was going to reward my patience instead of just showing me the same…
I was standing at my closet door at 7:40 on a Tuesday morning, one shoe already on my foot, coffee going cold on the dresser, holding a second shoe up…
Okay so this whole hooded coat conversation turned into a fight about whether we walk places or not, which was not the plan. It started because I said the coat…
I have a running joke with myself about high waisted skirts, and it goes like this: I refresh the same three resale searches every single time the weather does that…
My roommate and I had a whole thing going about whether hiking boots even earn a spot in a real closet or just a spot in the front hall gathering…
Okay so basically everyone on my radar has decided the green trench is THE fall layering piece, like every single person I follow has one in some shade of olive…
I sell swimwear for a living, which means green tweed is about as far from my daily uniform as it gets, but I bought one of these skirts on a…
My brother came through Seattle in December, saw the green velvet dress hanging on my closet door where it’s lived untouched since I bought it, and asked why I owned…