I need to confess something embarrassing. Three years ago, I dropped $450 on a single blazer from Theory. Four hundred and fifty dollars. For one blazer. When my mom found…
Okay, I need to come clean about something that might seriously damage my credibility as someone who works in finance and supposedly has her life together: I’ve watched every single…
I’ll never forget this dinner I went to in London a few years back – work thing, sitting next to this woman who looked absolutely perfect in what seemed like…
I was in the middle of a client call last month when my mom texted me asking where she should buy towels now. Not exactly urgent, but there was something…
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…
The invitation literally sat on my kitchen counter in Boston for a week. Not three days like a normal person would hesitate – a full seven days of me walking…
Okay, I need to come clean about something that’s honestly kind of embarrassing for someone who supposedly writes about budget fashion – I am completely obsessed with that whole Cotswolds…
Okay, so picture this: last summer I somehow ended up at this ridiculously English garden party in Oxfordshire that was like… if someone asked AI to generate “quintessentially British upper…
Okay, so here’s something I haven’t admitted to anyone except my therapist and maybe my mom during one of those late-night phone calls where we both pretend we’re not stress-eating:…
Last weekend I dragged my husband and kids on what I called a “family adventure” but was really just an excuse to hit the charity shops in this adorable little…
Picture this: December 15th, 6:30 PM, and I’m standing on the Red Line platform in my Theory blazer and what I thought was a foolproof sequined top from Banana Republic,…
Okay, so last week I’m standing in line at my local coffee shop – you know, the one where a basic latte costs approximately half my hourly wage – when…