Look, I need to tell you about my mum’s relationship with what she calls her “proper jumper.” It’s this navy blue crew neck thing that’s been hanging in her wardrobe…
The taxi driver caught my eye in his rearview mirror and I could tell he was trying not to laugh. “First time in Newcastle, is it?” he asked, and I…
There’s a chair in my bedroom that’s basically given up its original purpose. You know the one – that piece of furniture that’s become a weird purgatory for clothes that…
Okay, I need to tell you about something mortifying that happened last week. I was rushing to get dressed for a work meeting, grabbed what I thought was my decent…
My mom texted me a photo last week that made me want to crawl under my desk and hide forever. There I am, age eleven, standing in our backyard in…
When I was maybe fourteen, my mom handed me this ancient copy of some etiquette manual she’d inherited from her aunt. The thing was literally falling apart, held together with…
Look, I’ll be the first to admit this whole thing started as kind of a joke. My friend Sarah was over last month, and we were doing our usual Thursday…
My first British festival was basically a masterclass in how not to dress for three days in a field. Picture this trainwreck: white linen trousers (I KNOW), a silky camisole…
The first time I wore a Barbour jacket, I basically looked like I was playing dress-up as someone with a trust fund and a weekend place in the Cotswolds. Not…
Every spring I do this thing where I convince myself that this year will be different. This year I’ll nail the whole breezy summer wardrobe thing, you know? I’ll be…
Okay, so I need to tell you about my latest shopping obsession, which is honestly surprising me as much as it might surprise you. I’ve been buying British knitwear. Like,…
Okay, so I need to tell you about my relationship with rain jackets, which is basically a tragic love story spanning the last three years of Pacific Northwest living. You…