Womens Navy Blazer: Looks Worth Trying
I used to think the navy blazer was the blazer equivalent of oatmeal. Perfectly fine, technically correct, the thing you wear when you don’t want to be noticed. For about…
I used to think the navy blazer was the blazer equivalent of oatmeal. Perfectly fine, technically correct, the thing you wear when you don’t want to be noticed. For about…
My husband owns six pairs of black jeans. I know this because I counted them last Sunday while doing laundry, laid them out on the bed like some kind of…
I counted my blazers this morning, actually got up and counted, because a client asked me last week how many I owned and I genuinely didn’t know. Eleven. Eleven blazers…
My sister called me on a Tuesday, which she never does, just to tell me she’d seen a photo of me in my black denim jacket standing next to my…
I did an actual count last week, standing in front of my closet with my coffee going cold, and the number was fourteen. Fourteen peplum tops. Not blouses that happen…
The first time I wore barrel jeans out in actual winter, not just around the apartment where the worst hazard is a rug, I put them with a pair of…
I reach for this suit about eleven times a year, which I know because I actually tracked it last year in the same spreadsheet I use for expense reports, because…
I was getting dressed after work last Tuesday in the Nordstrom fitting room trying on, what I can only assume was the fifteenth winter coat of the season when I…
I’ll never forget the moment I realised shirt dresses were life-changing. It was at my friend Emma’s garden party last summer and I’d arrived in what I thought was a…