I did not think Nashville would be cold. That was my first mistake. I packed a light jacket and a pair of thin flats and spent an entire January weekend shivering my way down Broadway with my sister, who had, of course, packed a proper coat because she always packs a proper coat. She never […]
I have a confession. For years my black blazer just hung in the closet, waiting for a job interview that rarely came. It felt too fancy for regular days and not quite right for anything else. Then my sister Jenna borrowed it one weekend, threw it over her jeans, and looked like a million bucks […]
The first cold snap of the year always sends me straight to the back of my closet. You know the spot, the one where the heavy things live all summer, waiting. My sister Jenna came over last weekend and we spent an entire afternoon pulling out coats and trying on old favorites. She kept saying […]
I bought my first puffer jacket on a whim, standing in a store parking lot in November, freezing, wondering why I had left the house dressed like it was still October. That jacket saved me. I wore it every single day for months and my sister teased me endlessly about it. But here’s the thing… […]
I bought my first puffer jacket years ago, mostly because I was tired of being cold and looking like a shapeless blob at the same time. I figured it was one or the other. Turns out it does not have to be. Now I have a small collection (my husband would say a not-so-small collection) […]
I bought my first puffer vest on a whim, on sale, in a color I would not have chosen if I had been thinking straight. It was a sort of oatmeal cream, and I wore it approximately four hundred times that winter. My sister teases me about it to this day. She calls it my […]
I bought my first trench coat on a total whim about eight years ago, on a rainy afternoon when I was supposed to be buying a birthday present for my sister and instead came home with a coat for myself. Classic me. But tbh – best accidental purchase of my life. A good trench just […]
I have a confession. I own more coats than any one person could possibly need for a single winter, and I regret nothing. My sister teases me about it every year when she comes to visit and has to squeeze her jacket onto my already crowded coat rack by the door. But here’s the thing… […]
I bought my first proper coat the year I turned thirty and I still remember carrying it out of the shop like it was made of glass. It was camel, a little too long, and I wore it until the cuffs went shiny. Since then I have become the kind of person who plans an […]
I have a confession. I own too many coats and I am not sorry about it. My sister keeps telling me that one good coat is enough for a woman and I keep telling her that she is wrong, and every October I feel very justified in this. There is something about the first cold […]
