Here's the thing: I could probably open your jewelry box right now and guess your color season. No psychic abilities required—jewelry just has seasons too.
Think about it. The woman who keeps reaching for chunky amber beads and those hammered bronze cuffs? She's not the same person drawn to delicate silver chains with icy crystal drops. One craves weight, warmth, earth. The other wants shimmer, stillness, cool precision. Neither is wrong. One of them, though—that might be you.
Somewhere above 6,000 feet, usually between 4 PM and midnight, and almost always within sight of a fireplace—that's where a particular kind of glamour lives. Call it Après Ski glamour. That window after the slopes have been conquered (or, if we're being honest, strategically avoided) when athletic pursuit gives way to something far more civilized.
There's a moment in every woman's style evolution when she realizes that "practical" and "chic" were never opposites—they were co-conspirators waiting to be introduced. That moment often arrives in the form of a utility jacket.
Christmas. You're buried in wool, mentally committed to three more months of coats, and somehow every store has decided this is the moment to unveil swimsuits. Linen trousers. Raffia bags. Summer merchandise displayed with the unbothered confidence of July.
The uncomfortable truth about style resolutions is that they have roughly the survival rate of a gym membership purchased on January 2nd. Come Valentine's Day, that capsule wardrobe Pinterest board sits buried under screenshots of spring trends. "Find my signature style" has quietly devolved into panic-buying another black top.
