Two weeks ago I was spending time with my mum in Cape Cod – begrudgingly browsing her ridiculously expensive “investment pieces,” as she calls them – when I saw something…
I’ll be the first to admit it—I am that person. The person who has fourteen different jackets but still looks like a drowned rat whenever it rains. I research and…
Let me start off by saying this truly was NOT what I was wearing when I found out I was famous. But damn, it feels good to be famous. So…
Last autumn, I tried on a cashmere jumper in Selfridges. Actually, I didn’t just try it on – I spent ten minutes pacing around in front of a three-way mirror,…
Disclaimer: this article mentions wine. Wine I may or may not have purchased at Tesco Metro while doing a quick food shop in Clapham earlier today. Let me start this…
When I first moved back to Eugene from Portland after three years of living in the Rose City, my mum looked me up and down at the train station and…
Disclaimer: I’m terrible on Monday mornings. I wake up feeling like a dead slug and get dressed while moving my lips in silent aggression toward my closet. I’ve been told…
A few weeks ago, I was browsing through an antique store in Philadelphia when I spotted a woman in the accessories section pinning brooches to her lapel. She held up…
Jersey doesn’t get talked about the way other fabrics do. Nobody writes odes to it the way they do linen or silk, and yet it’s probably the fabric doing the…