Dress Shoes for a Navy Suit: The Formal Color Options
My brother in law Rob caught me halfway across his living room at Thanksgiving two years ago, glanced down at my feet, and said, “Are those brown with a navy…
My brother in law Rob caught me halfway across his living room at Thanksgiving two years ago, glanced down at my feet, and said, “Are those brown with a navy…
I was standing at the ironing board at seven in the morning, coffee going cold on the counter, running the tip of the iron along a sleeve that had picked…
I own six denim shirts. Not because I set out to collect them, but because every time I think I have the right one, some detail is slightly off, the…
I bought my first pair of wide leg jeans standing in a fitting room that smelled like new denim and desperation, on a lunch break, with exactly eleven minutes before…
I bought my first real navy suit for a cousin’s engagement party eight years ago, and I paired it with a dress shirt that I was convinced was white. It…
I was standing in front of the closet at six forty in the morning, one sock on, coffee going cold on the dresser, holding two shirts up against a navy…
I was sitting on the kitchen floor last Sunday night with a can of shoe polish, a horsehair brush, and three pairs of shoes lined up like suspects, trying to…
I was standing at the ironing board on a Tuesday night, working through a basket of clothes that had been sitting there since Thursday, when I noticed something that stopped…
My sister took one look at me walking into her kitchen last Thanksgiving, wearing charcoal gray chinos with a rust colored flannel and white sneakers, and said, “Okay, when did…
My brother in law took one look at me walking into his kitchen last Thanksgiving and said, “Since when do you own actual clothes?” I was wearing olive chinos, a…