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…
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;…
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…
Last Tuesday morning, standing half-dressed in front of my closet at 7: 23am while my four-year-old banged on the bedroom door demanding chocolate chips for breakfast. Again. I realized I…
Okay so bear with me because this is going to feel really out of left field but hear me out. I became absolutely fascinated with how teachers approach dresser thanks…
First things first: I hate dressing for events. When I first moved to Portland and started being invited to workplace events with specific dress codes, it felt like great fun—…
I stood in the bathroom line at the Guthrie Theater last month during the intermission of whatever show we were seeing (you know how you forget the name of a…
Okay, I know what you’re thinking. Girl, please. Do NOT come at me with millennial vibes, I’ve watched enough Oprah to understand generational trauma. But hear me out – I…
Last month I was waiting in line at Whole Foods Capitol Hill and found myself experiencing a distinctly uncomfortable moment of clarity. There were three women ahead of me dressed…