I did not want to like them. No, no siree, newp, nah, I didn’t want to like them. A little over a year ago, Margaux Shoes reached out to me about a possible partnership. I haven’t had luck partnering with shoe brands. I have difficult feet – they are high volume, wide, and I have…
While I do wear all the outfits I feature in outfit posts… sometimes there’s a little switcheroo. For this look, I wore it with sneakers and then switched to heels for the photoshoot. The heels are quite comfortable, but a bit too dressy for hitting Whole Foods! I also wore this same exact look with…
I’m not one for New Year’s resolutions. It has taken many years for me to come to respect this body and brain, to enjoy the life I have, and to feel good about who I am. Resolutions can be helpful to break bad habits or employ new good ones, but so often they are focused…
We just survived a decade where we decried those who like simple pleasures in life to be “basic bitches.” Street style took over where looks were graded less on fashion and more on uniqueness. We one-upped one another with how much of a quirky unique special snowflake we were at cocktail parties and tried to…
I noticed the older I got, the more yellow my teeth were getting. However, I feared teeth bleaching because I knew too many people who ended up with fake blinding white Chicklet teeth. I didn’t want Chicklet teeth. I bought whitening toothpaste. I bought Crest Whitestrips many times but always forgot to use them. Then…
Many years ago, I won a Keurig coffee machine through a blog giveaway. It was too tall for my counter and I immediately sold it on Craigslist. I saw it as a sign, we didn’t need a coffee machine, we were just fine with our French press. I then had a campaign with Tassimo and…
Many style icons and experts discuss buying wardrobe staples and how they wear the same pieces they’ve owned for decades. As a woman who in the past dozen years had a baby and went from a size 10/12 to a 16 to a 12 and back to a 14/16 and now a 12/14, whose feet…
While I begin Weekend Reads the day after the last one is published, I wait until Friday afternoon to write this blurb at the top. When I started a draft for this post to start dropping articles I found this week, I figured I’d write about the end of a year, the end of a…
“Omigod Alison, you’re SUCH a Carrie.” It was 2000 and I stood in the circle of store manager friends at an Express district meeting, wearing the brand’s black microfiber bootcut pants and matching longline blazer with a large pink fabric peony pinned to my lapel. I wore it because I liked how it…