Dressing for work is already a puzzle most days. Add in the weird transitional season—when it’s 85 degrees outside but the office AC is locked in Arctic temps—and suddenly, nothing in your closet makes sense. And look, I’m a fashion director. I should have this down to a science. But even with years of try-ons, lookbooks, and stylist recs under my belt, I still find myself blankly staring at my closet most mornings.
Would I love a perfectly organized Cher Horowitz-style closet that magically hands me the ideally curated wardrobe every day? Sure. But, alas, that is not my reality.
