Gather your meemaw. Pack your fox fur. Fatten your pig. The floods are coming. I'm not big on dressing for the weather. I tend to weigh ...

Hey! Hey guys, it's me! Your patron saint of practicality and poise, who wears shorts in negative temperatures and takes outfit photos i...

I hated this year's spring fashion shows. While last year's collections (whimsical Miu Miu! Minimalist Chloé! Refugee-glam Balmain! ...

Boys and girls, I'm here today to talk to you about crack. Or rather, crack cookies, as my brother and I affectionately refer to those t...

The way I see it, we have two options: a) We can pretend like all I want for Christmas is world peace, or b) We can collectively swoon over ...

The holidays have a way of amplifying whatever you're feeling by about a hundredfold. That's all well and good if you're happy a...

The inverse relationship between form and function is well-documented when it comes to clothes. Are my flannel pajamas and shearling moccasi...

I have an exceptionally low tolerance for things that are fake. Fake people, fake Christmas trees, fake designer handbags, fake orgasms (don...

OMFG WHAT I HAVE A BLOG?! Yeah, sorry about that. High time I stopped living my life and got back to writing about it instead. Rude of me. W...