Disclaimer: I know this post is going to sound completely counterproductive to everything I normally talk about but hear me out. Bear with me. Before anything else, I want to…
I did not set out to become one of those women who sobbingly clutches faux antique garments to her bosom in thrift shops. But here we are. Last weekend I…
I received the invite at 9am on a Tuesday morning while eating cereal in my pyjamas, which I’m fairly sure is the least glamorous way possible to be asked to…
Growing up, my sister and I lived in places where dressing nice was neither necessary nor typical. When we moved back to Minnesota after college, where people dress moderately year-round…
One afternoon last month, I found myself waiting for a friend before dinner in a neighbourhood I don’t frequent very often. You know the struggle; you misjudged the time it…
Hi, I’m not a parent. Sorry if that came across badly but let’s get something straight. I hate kids. And by hate I mean “struggle to keep alive” my house…
When I first broke the news to my brother that I was wearing my Margiela Tabis out to dinner with family; he looked down at my feet and asked; earnestly;…
We spend way too much time arguing about what “business casual” means. Is it really jeans or not? Can you ever wear a t-shirt to work? Somewhere along the way,…
I’ll be honest: I’ve been unintentionally dressing like a camp counselor for years now. I just didn’t realise it until my friend Emma told me last week, “You look like…
Bear with me, I am about to sound insane. Last week while shopping for groceries at Target (AKA, “Oh God, please let me just buy toilet paper and leave with…