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 eleven blazers. I want to lead with that number because it explains both my authority and my humiliation, because for at least four of those eleven years I…
I want to tell you about the time I wore olive green pants and a red top to a Tuesday morning staff meeting because I genuinely thought I was being…
There was a wedding in September, three years ago now, and I wore a pale green midi dress with a pair of strappy gold heels I had bought two days…
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…