It’s Not Goodbye, It’s C U Next Tuesday But From Another City

There are few things more precious in this world than lady friends. I can’t count the number of times that Taylor and I have sat on my couch, or at a bar, or atop a wooden box with a hole cut in it at a Korean spa getting our vaginas steamed, and talked about how fucking lucky we feel to be women who are aware of the complexity of their feelings and capable of verbalizing and expressing them to one another in a meaningful way. And yeah, I’ve been drinking some Prosecco tonight, and I’m feeling sentimental, and this is going to be mush because I’m moving back up north this weekend and holy shit I’m already missing my boo Taylorrrrrr. <insert James Van Der Beek crying gif here>

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Like a Lady

In one of my earliest memories, I’m four or five years old. My mom and I are in the living room of the house I grew up in, and I’m wearing the same dress I insisted upon wearing every day: long and red, with little white flowers all over it, and a ruffle at the hem that just brushed the tops of my feet. I had other dresses, but this was my favorite, and in this memory my mother is trying to convince me to relinquish it for washing, and I am staunchly refusing. “I’ll wash it right now,” my mother is saying. “You can have it back in an hour.”

“But then I won’t have anything to wear while you’re washing it.”

“You have a drawer full of clean pants upstairs. You can wear pants for one hour. It won’t kill you. Besides, wouldn’t that more comfortable to play in?” At this point she’s getting exasperated, because I’m being an unreasonable dick, as children are wont to be. Read More

Gimme Face: Volume 1

As you’ve probably guessed by now, I’m into makeup. Like, really into it. While Lindsey is obsessed with researching any and everything that interests her, that’s not really my speed–except when it comes to cosmetics. I read makeup boards, have at various points subscribed to multiple beauty sample services (at the moment, budget constraints mean I’m just doing Ipsy), and I can spend hours in an Instagram K-hole looking at pictures and videos posted by beauty gurus. Those beauty gurus, especially, are my crack. Their poreless skin, their impossibly radiant highlighter, their microbladed eyebrows, their absurdly expensive fake lashes: I love it all, and almost everything I’ve learned is thanks to genetically blessed twenty-somethings who refer to a single blackhead as a “breakout.”  Read More

Takin’ It To the Streets

Like many of you, we were proud to participate in the anti-Trump women’s marches this weekend. Lindsey was in Chicago, and I was lucky enough to be in DC. It’s hard to put into words what the experience of coming together with so many of our fellow citizens, mostly women, meant to us, but we want to try.  Read More

Does This Come In Black?

Well fam, it’s Tuesday, and you know what that means – you’re one day closer to Sunday brunch… aaaand a new TST post! We decided to give the people what they want and show y’all some clothes this week since we do fancy ourselves a style blog and we were naked last week, on a break the week before that, and then pretty much just complaining about stuff in our last post of December. Read More

Take Care

Although we as a nation are divided, after perusing social media on New Year’s Eve, it seems there’s one thing we can all agree on: 2016 was a dumpster fire and is cordially invited to go fuck itself. As relieved as Lindsey and I are to see the backside of the shitshow of these last twelve months, though, there are a lot of reasons 2017 is likely to be just as rough a ride, which is why in our first post of the year, we want to talk to you about the importance of self-care.  Read More

Stretch the Halls

It’s the holiday season, which means you’ve probably got at least one party on your calendar, whether it’s a family get-together, a work shindig, or an excuse for you and your friends to dress up and drink eggnog. If you’re a cocktail dress gal, there are plenty of places to turn for guidance, as there should be—every blog, magazine, and retailer will point you in the direction of a million bangin’ frocks. And listen: a sparkly little number and a pair of high heels are one of life’s great pleasures, so if you go that route, we salute you. However, holiday parties also mean food, glorious food! Maybe you’re one of those super-disciplined babes who prefers to keep it as healthy as possible, sticking to crudites and a cookie or two, but us? We came to eat, honey. The cheese ball, the chip & dip, the sugar cookies, the candy: we’re not holding back. We’re stuffing our faces for the baby Jesus, and that means we need EATIN’ PANTS. Read More

A Conversation With Linda, Mel and Sarah

As Taylor and I have mentioned in previous posts, our primary goal for this blog is to create a space where women can talk openly, honestly, and from the heart about their own style and what that means to them. We aim to have meaningful conversations about clothes that dive a bit deeper into why we like the things we like and why we choose the things we choose. Read More

The Princess, The Tomboy and The Slut

For my 32nd birthday this year, Taylor gave me a book. It’s a special kind of book, in that over 600 women of all different shapes, sizes, religions, ages, locations, etc., contributed to it. The topic of this book is clothes—more specifically, how women think about clothes, and thus it is appropriately titled Women in Clothes. This was an inspired gift on Taylor’s part for many reasons, but mainly because it has been a continued source of information and a companion to how we are approaching this blog and where we want to take it. The book is almost 500 pages long and could easily have been 500 more. Read More

Well, hello.

Picture it: you’re a teenage weirdo. Maybe you can do a convincing impression of a normal person, or maybe you’re too strange even to pretend. Maybe you have a few friends like you, or maybe you’re totally alone. At any rate, high school seems endless, and you’re itching to escape to something bigger and better. At some point during this struggle, a well-meaning adult sits you down and tells you, “You just have to find your niche.” It’s good advice, but the “just” is misleading. More importantly, this tidy little maxim is missing some crucial information, like: what the fuck even is my niche? Read More