I have a small confession to make before we even begin: I own more scarves than any one person could reasonably need. My sister counted them once, laid them out across my bed like a market stall, and just looked at me. I didn’t defend myself – there was nothing to say. So when the […]
I bought my first proper wool hat on a freezing trip to Boston about six years ago, mostly out of desperation, and I have not stopped wearing hats since. Something about the way a hat finishes off a look. It just makes me feel put together even on days when I am absolutely not. My […]
I bought my first pair of short cowboy boots on a whim at a little shop during a road trip through Texas with my sister. I told myself they were “just for the fun of it” and that I would probably never wear them at home. That was three years ago and they are now […]
There is a certain day every October when I open my closet and finally reach for the tall boots I shoved to the back last spring. It feels like greeting an old friend, honestly. My sister makes fun of me because I own more boots than sensible shoes, and she is not wrong. But there […]
I bought my first pair of red boots on a total whim about three years ago, standing in a shop while my sister told me they were “a lot.” She was right – they were a lot. And I have worn them more than almost anything else I own. There is something about a good […]
I have a confession, and it is not a small one. I own more boots than any one person should reasonably own, and I have zero regrets about it. My sister keeps threatening to do an intervention. But here is the thing. Boots are the one piece that can take a plain outfit and give […]
I have a small confession to make: I own more pairs of boots than I do actual seasons to wear them in. My sister teases me about it every single autumn when she comes over and sees the little row of them lined up by my front door like soldiers waiting for orders. But there […]
My sister once told me I own too many ankle boots. She said it while standing in my closet, holding a pair of brown suede ones I forgot I even had. And to be honest guys, she wasn’t wrong. But she also wasn’t RIGHT, because there is no such thing as too many when each […]
I bought a pair of red boots on a whim two winters ago. My sister Jenna told me they were a mistake and that I would never wear them. Well, joke’s on her, because they’ve become the thing I reach for on gray days when nothing else feels right. There’s something about a bold boot […]
I have a confession to make. I own more boots than I have honest places to put them, and my husband knows better than to comment on it anymore. It started innocently enough with one pair of brown boots for autumn walks, and now there is a shelf. And every September, like clockwork, I start […]
