hurts so good

Dear Stella Says Go, You’re fabulous. You really are. But you are absolutely killing my closet space and discretionary income supplies. Observe: A bloated closet, or a cry for help (or both)? I try to resist, but you make it ohsohard when you keep teasing me with killer ‘Christmas in July’ sales and fabulous goodies like this: I swoon. Please. Stop being so irresistible. My checking account begs you. Kindly,...

…and all that jazz

I had the opportunity to visit the great city of Chicago for the first time over the 4th of July weekend, and WOW, I could not have asked for a better time. Plum weather, amazing sights, great eats, and good times with good friends: all the ingredients for a killer vacation. It wound up being an inadvertent (but welcome!) adventure in fashion as well, including encounters with street fashion, two...

what I love about me

I’m not entirely sure when the moment was that I realized I was far less dazzled and far more disenchanted by the goings-on in the vast majority of ladies’ magazines. Within the last few years, thumbing through the pages of Glamour, a magazine I used to read religiously when I was younger, left me feeling a bit disconnected and, well, old. Have I changed, or have magazines really changed that...