Denim Jacket for Women: Pants That Work With It
I own eleven denim jackets. Eleven. I counted them properly last month while doing a closet cull that was supposed to result in bags for donation, and instead resulted in…
I own eleven denim jackets. Eleven. I counted them properly last month while doing a closet cull that was supposed to result in bags for donation, and instead resulted in…
My sister in law took one look at me walking into her kitchen last month and said, “Are those jeans… wide at the bottom but not flared? What are we…
I own a charcoal gray suit that I bought for my cousin’s wedding eight years ago, and for the first two years I wore it exactly once, to that wedding,…
I own six gray suits. Not by design, not some capsule wardrobe manifesto, just the slow accumulation of a decade where gray kept winning over navy at the tailor’s counter.…
I was standing in the hallway with one shoe on and one shoe in my hand, running eleven minutes later than I should have been for a meeting I didn’t…
I own four pairs of blue chinos in three different shades, and if I’m honest about it, they get worn something like three times a week on average, more in…
I own six pairs of navy chinos right now. Six. I counted them properly, laid out on the bed like some sort of inventory audit, because I had a genuine…
Someone in my office, a woman two desks over who wears exclusively black and grey and has never once complimented my clothes, called loafers “the sensible aunt of shoes.” I…
I counted my wide leg pants back in October, which is a very specific and slightly alarming thing to do on a Tuesday night, and the number was eleven. Eleven…
I own six pairs of men’s chelsea boots. Not men’s boots that I wear, actual men’s chelsea boots, size eleven, that live in my apartment because I am apparently the…