Some days, I reach for denim. Grounded, effortless, pulled together without trying. These are days when I’m busy, but still want to look nice. Denim is for slow, casual days. No deadlines, no piling tasks one on top of the other. Some days, I reach for wine. Deeper, richer, a little dangerous. The kind that lingers…that people remember. But most of all, I wear it for me. For days when I’m wearing my domestic goddess crown, stuck doing dishes, cooking up a storm in the kitchen, and hanging wet clothes. I may be doing chores, but my nails will look fabulous while doing them. Denim and wine. Same woman. Different expression. I may be doing simple, mundane things. Or shopping at a high end mall. But I still choose to be beautiful wherever, whenever. Years ago, I decided to stop wearing ratty, faded clothes at home. It’s just a personal choice. I’m not judging anyone. Since I’m a stay...
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