…Life is way too short to suffer through shoe-induced achy feet. Besides, you can’t put your best face—rather, foot—forward at work or a cocktail party if you’re silently enduring numb and pinched toes while teetering on 4-inch spikes.
Miraculously, the nightmarish memories from my epic search for fall shoes in 2011 didn’t deter me from jumping back into the fray this spring. My new quest? Find a pair of classy, comfortable, nude-colored flats to carry me through the summer…
I’m definitely not the first person who has noticed the recent trend of color-dipped furniture (i.e. painting pieces only partially). Apartment Therapy wrote about it last month…
OK, the saga continues—this is Part Deux of my dogged search to find a pair of comfortable yet stylish shoes for fall. A pair that would go with my particular aesthetic…
…I realized that most comfort shoe brands are doing their darnedest to keep me from buying their wares. Why? Because the vibe of their offerings is now overwhelmingly folksy-hippie-dippie-crunchy-granola.
This past weekend while walking along Georgetown Waterfront Park (which is quite a lovely destination in DC and reminds me just a teensy bit of NYC’s phenomenal High Line), I saw this Monarch butterfly among fluffy purple New England aster…
Dear Nike, I have loved you since 2003. Wait, let me clarify—I was wearing your Swoosh way before then. Here I am at 8 years old: It wasn’t until two decades later, though, that I really fell for you. Oddly enough, you appealed to my head first, then my heart. (I know, I’m definitely not […]
It was 100 insufferable degrees today in DC. To state the obvious but tragic fact, no amount of antiperspirant was gonna save you from pitting out that dry-clean-only sleeveless silk blouse. (Actress Rose Byrne describes it as becoming “a feral mess.”) Anyway, the scorching temperatures made me think of the movie Heat from 1995. It’s […]
Ah yes, we are officially in the dog days of summer here in DC. The stifling heat and soupy humidity make rivulets of sweat stream down my back and between my boobs (squish). One morning while doing my daily trudge for three excruciating blocks from the Metro to my office, I realized that Tretorns and […]
If I were married to Rex Ryan (whoa, scary thought), we would certainly be divorced by now. I like him well enough. I mean, I enjoyed watching some episodes of HBO’s “Hard Knocks.” (What? A fashionista can’t love football?) For those of you who don’t follow sports as rabidly as I do, Rex Ryan is […]