I have a small confession. I love getting dressed for dinner way more than I love the dinner itself. There, I said it. My sister Jenna laughs at me because I start planning what I’ll wear the moment someone mentions a reservation, even if that reservation is four days away. But tbh guys, half the […]
Spirit week used to mean something totally different when I was younger. Back then it was pajama day and crazy hair day and I once wore my sister’s oversized flannel and called it a costume. Now, when my niece told me her college was doing a preppy-themed spirit week that rolled straight into a Saturday […]
I have a confession – for most of my twenties I dressed for the club like it was July, and then stood outside shivering in a queue for forty minutes wondering why I couldn’t feel my toes. My sister Jenna used to laugh at me every single time. So this is the list I wish […]
The first time I really understood the pull of a good disco night, I was standing in my sister’s bedroom at maybe nine years old, watching her twirl in a satin skirt that caught the light. She looked like a million tiny mirrors. I never forgot it. So of course, now that I’m the one […]
The first time I ever went to a Derby party, I panicked about my shoes for a solid week. Not the dress. Not the hat – the SHOES. Because everyone forgets you are standing on grass for hours and then wobbling around on the lawn feeling like a fool. My sister Jenna went with me […]
I will not lie to you, I used to dread getting dressed for an evening event. The invitation would say something vague and I would stand in front of my closet with absolutely no idea where to begin. Then my sister got married two years ago and I got dragged into planning approximately nine hundred […]
