Country Store: At first, Country Store’s offerings seemed so far from my aesthetic that I thought I was going to have to resort to choosing dickey collars (which are not actually the world’s worst idea, from a getting-the-layered-look-without-too-much-bulk perspective). But that would be cheating, so I soldiered on.
It wasn’t easy. You’ve got to possess Chloe Sevigny-esque levels of cool to make an embroidered sweatshirt of kitties sleeping on a bench look cool, and that’s pretty much the sartorial story that’s being told at Country Store.
So I was quite pleased to run across this classic denim shirt. The pockets aren’t ideal in size, but the wash isn’t bad. I imagine the cut is on the boxier side, so I’d wear it unbuttoned—as a sort of super-lightweight jacket—with some sort of striped tee or tank underneath.
Gypsy Rose God bless Gypsy Rose and its unreconstructed hippie aesthetic just for existing: as long as there is a place in this world where a person can still find a Steal Your Face key chain, all is not lost.
I knew I’d find a decent-enough Indian-print dress, and indeed I did.
Regardless of the category, there was a certain Stevie Nicks energy that could not run more counter to my own. Shopping the Pyramid collection was very stressful.
And in fact I actually breathed an audible sigh of relief upon finding these simple cotton kurtas.
Victorian Trading Company This is another one of those catalogues that some friends claim are secret treasure troves, but again—and this really seems to be our theme today—we are talking about an aesthetic to which I could not be less attuned.
You either are a Victorian boot woman or you are not.
Not judging, just stating.
But I could totally see myself wearing this extra-wide-brim Rancher’s Hat. I like when hats have that strap thingie that keeps the wind from blowing them off your head at the beach.
Workngear This site is for people who work with their hands, outdoors, in extreme weather. And it is mostly geared at men. They’ve got an affiliated site devoted to outfitting health care workers where I thought I might be able to find some cute shoes or clogs, and—while I thought there were probably many, many fashion types you could fool by claiming these were Jil Sander—I knew that I myself would never actually elect to wear them.
Instead I went for this Carhartt coat, which has great clean lines and which I’ll also bet is crazy-warm.
J.Jill You guys cracked me up on the topic of J. Jill: “The catalogue every woman I know inexplicably started receiving after she had a baby,” wrote commenter Michelle, who suggested it. Piped in Suzanne: “Oh Yeah. I take it as a personal insult every time it shows up in my mailbox.”
And I get it. J. Jill seems to be all about transitioning out of a look that says “I’m hot” and into one that says “pretty-good-considering-I-just-had-twins, right?” I found these flatteringly angled tanks very acceptable, especially because they’re made of linen jersey, which is a material that hangs really well and gets better with washing.
And I thought this dress was quite cute too, although Lord knows it’s all about the belting with that thing.
Title Nine I actually got really angry at the Title Nine catalogue for being so hard to shop. How hard could it be for a womens’ sports e-commerce site to produce a simple, clean zipper sweatshirt? They had many, but each was junked up, one way or another.
Finally, I had to just default to this plain old t-shirt. Which feels like a copout. But Title Nine really left me with no other choice. On the upside: this picture.