His Side of the Closet

Let’s talk about couples who share closets, shall we? There’s something wildly entertaining—and occasionally a little risky—about blending “his” and “hers.” My husband and I …

Let’s talk about the shirt that was supposed to be his — and somehow became mine. It started as one of those thoughtful shopping moments. …

I wasn’t trying to start a project. I genuinely thought the jacket would look good on him — like the kind of piece that adds …

There’s a very specific kind of satisfaction that comes with giving a gift he actually wears. Not just once for show, but regularly. Like when …

It started as a joke. We were folding laundry, both reaching for the same shirt, and before either of us could claim it, I said, …

There’s this thing that happens when a piece of clothing just clicks. You don’t overthink it. You reach for it, again and again, like muscle …

I didn’t expect to be protective over a pullover I technically bought for someone else. But here we are — and if you’ve ever “borrowed” …

There’s this unspoken rule in our apartment: if it fits us both, it belongs to both of us. I started leaning into it slowly. First, …

I didn’t mean to steal his shirt. It was early, I was cold, and his Boohoo flannel was the first thing I saw. You know …

Some clothes are technically his. And then some clothes become ours. These joggers fall into that second category, and honestly, I don’t even remember how …