Top 10: Online Shops

Not that I would claim to be an expert, but I’ve been shopping online since 1999 or so, back when I worked for Victoria’s Secret in the online customer service department. Since then, a lot has changed–some sites have disappeared (remember Girlshop?), sites like etsy have given independent designers a stronger voice, and I’ve purchased many many more pairs of shoes–but there are still shops I consider to be my go-to shopping destinations. Here, in no...

Inspiration: Fall-ready?

The crazy schedule of the fashion industry (Spring shows in September, Fall shows in February) has thrown off my seasonal sensibilities for years. As a result, I usually start craving Fall items around the beginning of July or so. It’s kind of ridiculous–in the midst of watching fireworks on Sawyer Point in 90-degree weather wearing short-shorts and a tank top, I’m daydreaming about boots and sweaters! This year, the craving has set in a bit...

Style: Scouts Honor

I found this old Boy Scout shirt when I was digging through my closet and decided I really wanted to wear it with something sparkly and girly for contrast. Of course, a grown woman wearing a Boy Scout shirt meant the comments from the peanut gallery were in full force: “Are you going camping? Can you pitch my tent? Did you earn your badge in (insert blatant ignorance here)?” Sigh. I started to wonder why I bought that shirt...

Fantasy Shopping: Shoes

Hey, Sailor…It’s been a long time. I think I need a little You know, just enough to get through the rest of the week. Let’s get started: Farfetch, Shopbop Net-a-porter, Luisa via Roma Farfetch, Browns Fashion What do you look at when it’s been a while?

Work Style: Solid Gold

I remember buying this top on a thrifting adventure a few years ago, but I don’t remember why. Most likely, I figured I couldn’t pass up the opportunity to buy what was basically a tee shirt made out of gold sequins. Really, what self-respecting thrift-loving fashionista could? Only, I haven’t really worn it. A crazy halloween costume doesn’t count (I was Rick James, bitch). Neither does dress up around the house, which happens just as...