[vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text]You see the woman walking towards you, “I love what she’s wearing” you think, quickly trying to decipher what exactly it is that makes her look so chic. This simple afternoon on the Italian Riviera ensemble has multiple style principles occurring -- fabric, neutral colors, the waistline, the neckline, the skin tone, the accessories. In the flash that she’s passed, you’ve likely not catalogued them all, or maybe none in the visual overwhelm of loveliness. These aren’t rules as in

[vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text]I kept noticing floral pants. Which when trying to create a works-with-anything wardrobe while traveling, were totally impractical. [Aside: This was on my four month sabbatical during which I packed almost no clothing to shop along the way.] Yet after a few weeks of shopping I found myself gingerly fingering yet another pair on the hanger and said “Listen to your desires”. I was repeatedly drawn to this item for a reason — likely the floral prints that feel like

[vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text]Mom taught me to dress nicely for airplanes. She recalled the days when it was a treat to fly, like going to a nice restaurant. These days airport style is apparently a thing with endless articles of celebs on travel day. Though they rarely look to me like they’ve thought about sinking into tight spaces for long stretches. So whether you’re with Mom or the gossip columnists, here’s my secrets for traveling in style, both chic and comfortable, without forsaking

[vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text]The tank top didn’t look right under my leotard. None of them, all three I tried in vain. They were bunchy. The other girls’ had looked … different. But why? Eleven years old I stared at myself in the mirror trying to decode how to look like the older girls in my ballet class. Swap ballet with school or church and didn't you try too? Explaining to my mom wasn’t helpful. She apparently didn’t know anything about cool girl ballet