Okay, so picture this: I’m standing in Target last Tuesday, staring at myself in one of those horrible fluorescent-lit mirrors they have in the fitting rooms, and I literally looked…
Okay so last week I was at this dinner party—well, more like tacos and wine at my friend Jess’s apartment but we’re calling it a dinner party because we actually…
I probably shouldn’t be telling you this, and honestly, I’m going to get some very unhappy texts from stylist friends after this goes live, but… I’ve never been great at…
Look, I can trace the exact moment I lost all credibility as a rational human being. It was sometime around 9 AM on a Tuesday when I stood in my…
So there I was, squeezed into the back of an Uber with my boss heading to a client meeting, trying not to let my knees hit the ceiling because apparently…
So there I was last Tuesday, standing in the checkout line at Target with a cart full of the usual chaos – Goldfish crackers, more dish soap because how do…
So this whole mess started because I can’t make basic decisions about what to wear. I’m standing in my closet every morning like I’m solving some kind of mathematical equation,…
I was sprawled on my couch last Tuesday night, probably three glasses deep into a bottle of sauvignon blanc I’d opened “just for one glass with dinner,” half-watching some red…
Okay, so I need to confess something that’s been eating at me for months now, and it’s probably going to make me sound like a complete hypocrite given everything I’ve…
I was having one of those complete wardrobe meltdowns in a Zara fitting room about six months ago – you know the kind where you’ve grabbed half the store because…