(Start here.) The term crop tank conjures up all sorts of images for me, mainly of long afternoons sauntering around a studio floor in dance class (Motown Philly back again indeed). This is not that, although I sure didn’t mind those calve muscles a bit. WHY? Here’s why I love the crop tank: it’s wildly
(Start here.) It’s no secret that the elusive perfect tee has long been a style enigma. Is it a lightweight linen, or structured cotton? V-neck or crew? Black vs. white, or long live charcoal forever and ever, Amen? Everyone’s got a favorite. This one’s mine… WHY? With a throw-it-on-and-head-out-the-door ease, there’s much to love about
I laughed at a comment on this post (don’t forget to swipe the arrow): “And now I want to know what kind of makeup you use.” It wasn’t my intent, of course, to make the case for a full face. I’m firmly planted in the “You Do You” category here. We are inherently beautiful, each
Real quick, a disclaimer: I’m using the term “essential” loosely here. Essentials are food, water, shelter. We know this to be true, and yet, we are continually convincing ourselves otherwise – that the cast-iron skillet, the lavender oil, the boar bristle brush are essential to a life well-lived. And while thoughtful style is a worthy
Sponsored by Zappos.com. The weather, man. We had a 3-day stretch of unseasonable perfection in these parts — 80 degrees and windy, like vacation, like Hatteras, as if just beyond our treeline was the wafting of Atlantic’s salty air and not our neighbor’s trash bins. If I squinted hard enough, I swore I could hear
Update: I’m on my friend Tsh’s podcast again today offering my perspective on capsule wardrobes! You’ll hear why I’m no longer a purist about minimalism, and a few tips/tricks we rely on when dressing ourselves (a topic that, admittedly, I could rattle on about for hours.) Have a listen if you’d like!
I won’t even pretend that this tiny shift holds any real purpose other than a quick stroll through vanity park, and yet, a small step it is… My friend Beverly boasts the most plump, hydrated lips around. I realize that’s an odd thing to publicly laud, and yet, if you’d see her, you’d ask the
Sponsored by Zappos — The first time I pixied my hair, years ago in the midst of a swirling life transition, a grocer called me “Sir” by the frozen pizzas. (To be fair, I was donning sweats and a hoodie, no make-up. I offered the poor man no favors.) I blushed, laughed it off all