Winona Dimeo-Ediger

Welcome to the Proud Coven of Secondhand Shoppers, my dear! I’m sorry your entry into our well-dressed, eco-friendly, budget-abiding coven wasn’t a happy or voluntary one, but now that you’re here, let me assure you that thrifting is not scary or gross, and in fact can be super-fun.

If you don’t have a pair of pixie pants, girl, you need to get a pair of pixie pants.

Hopefully you say “I love you” to your partner as often as possible. But how often do you tell them you like them? Because as much as we might take loving each other for granted, liking each other isn’t always guaranteed, and it’s rarely vocalized.

As much as I love the holidays, there are a lot of chores and errands this time of year requires that are, let’s say, less than fun.

I mean, just look at the name: BLANKET SWEATERS. Wearing a blanket in public is not only a socially acceptable thing to do now, it’s downright trendy.

Stage one: annoyance. Stage five: obsession!

You, dear senators, have been busy trying to bring about the apocalypse, which doesn’t leave a lot of time for self-care.

I regularly call upon personal saints for help. Really specific ones whose sainthood only exists in my own mind, but they’re very effective. Today I’d like to introduce you to a few of them; feel free to call on them as often as needed.

Our resident aesthetic ace offers fashion advice to our writer Joni who's in a quandary about her distressed jeans and yoga pants.

Also worth considering: Beyonce on vacation, Prince George, your mom in the '70s.