Instead, I’m wearing jeans (they’re from Aritzia and make my butt look good), the Ganni collared button-down I splurged on after writing about big collars during fashion week, and a bright red scrunchie in my hair. There are no shoes involved (again, not a masochist), but a pair of striped red and blue JW Anderson x Uniqlo socks adorn my feet. My roots, of course, are still as dark as ever. But hey, after 24 years of dressing for other people, the fact that I’m dressed, with no one but my cat here to see it, is enough to make me feel accomplished.
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