Running into a prolonged dearth of blog-writing time, I’m slower to click the “Delete” button on Drafts I’ve abandoned earlier. This one, for example, which you’ll notice I began writing long enough ago that our…
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I was quite pleased with this look the other day (with some reservations about how the frayed bottoms of the jeans work with the socks in the loafers). I rather like the pastel-neutral palette. But…
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Dressed for comfort, in my mind a soupçon of sturdy or street chic, on my way to yoga class yesterday. The Blundstones are in deference to icy docks, my mustard Gap khakis hide a pair…
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My English grandma and I, the summer my dad flew her out to visit us, 1966, something like nine years since we’d seen her, four or five, I think, since she’d been widowed. My Dad…
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Winding down toward the weekend, and I thought I’d share a few outfits I’ve felt good about lately. Camel is a new colour for me, one I used to think was impossible to wear.…
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