I told a  friend recently that “suddenly Eileen Fisher clothing stopped looking frumpy and started looking really cool.” I joked that it meant I was getting old, but there was more to it than that, and new-to-me printmaker and artist Jen Hewitt summed it up pretty well:

“Someone recently remarked on Twitter that she felt that she’d inadvertently slipped into the Eileen Fisher years, and I knew exactly what she meant. I’m so there. Give me unfussy, comfortable, well-made clothes in flattering styles. Make those clothes out of natural fibers. Let me pair them with flats and clogs. I spent my twenties and much of my thirties in uncomfortable clothes and shoes, believing that torturing myself was the key to beauty. I’m so over that.”