As we make our way through my closet Chuck is becoming more cooperative and ever more fabulous.
Stopping long enough to admire the workmanship below my feet.
If a picture of yourself is a selfie, then I guess these are called footies?
The end of the endless April showers.
The winter boots that I’ve had for eight years failed me over the holidays. Time for a new pair.
Those adorable little suede flats you own won’t survive the twenty feet from the front door to your car.
As much as I loathe cold weather, I much prefer my winter wardrobe over my summer one.