Experimenting with style can be fun. Even a part of personality growth and emotional development, if you bring a little self-awareness to the process. But sometimes you just wanna wear what works. Which leads to owning the same piece of clothing in several colors.
When my sister gave me the Jigsaw Henley in navy, I discovered the joys of waistline forgiveness. A hint of elastic and some extra fabric. At 56, even a plain white tee sometimes asks more of me than I’ve got. So I went ahead and bought it in olive.
This is a wearable shade for those of us natively blue in hue, albeit not quite as safe as navy. But no brown with your olive. We will leave that to our yellow-toned sisterhood. Unsurprisingly, I’ve got some J. Crew bootleg cords in black. Semper Paratus, the Sturdy motto.
Add jade and opal jewelry, to further obviate any muddy effect. When you’re aiming for comfort, little details can keep you from sliding into the moral equivalent of sweat pants. And cheer you on throughout the day.
And, for this is summer in San Francisco and we believe that June is for Fog with a Capital F, you might remove any last hint of drab with a fuchsia muffler. Which I often wear in the office, like a corporate security blanket. Comfort has many guises, and if one is a 10-year old length of pink Italian cashmere, well why not?
Scarf by Loro Piana, shoes by Beautifeel. I wasn’t kidding about comfort.