Found My Grandma’s Hidden Mary Quant Collection and Now I’m Obsessed
So this is going to sound totally random, but my whole relationship with vintage fashion just got turned upside down because of a leaky roof. I know that makes zero…
So this is going to sound totally random, but my whole relationship with vintage fashion just got turned upside down because of a leaky roof. I know that makes zero…
Okay, so picture this: it’s 6:47 AM on a Wednesday, my toddler is still asleep (miracle), and I’m crouched in my kitchen like some kind of deranged fashion vulture, refreshing…
I was standing in the Zara dressing room last Tuesday, trying on what I thought might be the perfect white button-down, when I caught sight of myself in that brutal…
So this happened to me again last Tuesday. I’m standing in line at Blue Bottle (I know, I know, but their coffee actually doesn’t suck), wearing what I thought was…
Last week I was supposed to be reviewing quarterly reports, but instead found myself staring out my office window at Downtown Crossing, watching people navigate the chaos of construction and…
I was literally mid-bite into leftover pad thai, watching Love Island on my laptop because my TV is ancient and doesn’t do streaming properly, when I saw it. This girl…
I was standing outside my hotel in Bloomsbury at 7 AM, clutching my phone like a lifeline and wearing what I thought was the perfect London outfit – a brand…
I’m sitting here in Target’s parking lot wearing this navy sweater my mom bought me when Jackson started kindergarten three years ago, and it’s honestly the only piece in my…
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…
Look, when my friend Sarah suggested I try the personal shopping service at John Lewis for my college friend’s wedding, I literally laughed out loud. Me? Personal shopping? I‘m the…
I’m sitting in my Boston apartment at 7 PM on a Thursday, staring at two blazers hanging on my bedroom door like they’re about to render judgment on my financial…
My relationship with jeans started badly. Really badly. Picture me at fourteen, crying in a Topshop changing room because nothing fit right and I was convinced I was somehow fundamentally…