My obsession with incredibly basic outfits continues.
I like this Vivienne Westwood button-up not just because it's straight-forward and easy, but because it used to belong to my coworker John. He stopped by my desk one day, handed me this shirt and said, "I heard you like second-hand clothing."
It's a good reputation to have.
Last winter, my other coworker, Lynn, gave me her mother's old floral crochet skirt from the 1970s. And my fellow thrifting buddy, Jenny, has also dropped a dress or two on my desk. I try to return the favor as often as possible.
These J.Crew straight-leg boyfriend jeans, on the other hand, were the result of an extensive search for the perfect non-stretch, slightly roomy pair — a surprisingly difficult task. Most jeans these days are stretchy as hell, and I thank them for that. But sometimes you need a stiffer pair that you can break in after a half-dozen wears and wash as often as you change the oil in your car ... which is to say, shamefully rarely.