What I Learned Getting My Socks Right
For fifteen years I bought socks like I buy batteries. Number on front matches vaguely with shoe size goes into trolley, job done, onto the next thing. Never even occurred…
For fifteen years I bought socks like I buy batteries. Number on front matches vaguely with shoe size goes into trolley, job done, onto the next thing. Never even occurred…
We went silent in our group chat for approximately four minutes. Internet silence feels like someone clearing their throat right before they say something stupid, and after our designated time…
I’ve spent more time fretting about glove sizes than I did selecting a mortgage provider when I moved out. Spoiler alert: that’s not a flex, that’s a medical diagnosis. Somewhere…
Everyone offers advice on how to wear a scarf (“Wrap it twice and let the ends hang”), but nobody tells you how. Ends hang where? Hang level with what? The…
My sister got engaged in October and, at the dinner afterwards, spent a solid ten minutes describing her now fiancé’s proposal outfit in forensic detail. The jumper, the way he’d…
A colleague on my floor, the one who irons his shirts at his desk with a travel iron he keeps in a drawer like it’s a normal thing to own,…
I built a spreadsheet once to decide between two pairs of shoes. Not a metaphorical one. An actual spreadsheet, cost per wear down one column, versatility scored out of ten…
I built a case for a trench coat the way I’d build a case for anything at work, laid it out properly. Cost per wear against a suit jacket I…
The bloke two desks over asked me last week what boots he should buy, said he’d seen “everyone” in something called a Chelsea boot with a chunky sole and wanted…
My sister sent me a photo last month of a pair of trainers on her feet with the caption “are these men’s” and no other context, no question mark even,…