Carol’s Closet: Clothing for Adult Women – The New Yorker
Itâs summer! Time to fill your commemorative World Wildlife Fund cup
with some iced rooibos chai and peruse the new collection from Carolâs
Closet, your source for clothing thatâs slightly hipper than Hillary
Clintonâs but not quite as racy as Michelle Obamaâs and, in any case,
wonât make you look like your neighbor Elaine, who is really going
through something since the divorce, poor thing.
The College-Visit Trouser
Slip on these flattering lightweight wool trousers for your visit to
Oberlin with Nathan. Their luxurious palazzo-style drape says, âOf course
we can afford the tuition,â while their sturdy construction gives you
the fortitude to steer your youngest child away from the sex-positive
anarchist commune and toward the music conservatory.
In Sand Dollar,
Gooseberry, or Eleanor Roosevelt beige.
The 8 P.M. Cardigan
Settle into this amply proportioned, reliably cozy wrap-style sweater
for a nostalgic evening spent watching Jon Stewart clips from Obamaâs
first term and enjoying the leftover quiche from Nancyâs daughterâs baby
shower, paired with a glass of that really nice twelve-dollar Pinot
Grigio. Or tighten the belt and throw on a chunky necklace for a look
that says, âThe trial separation was my idea.â
In Pottery, Marin Sunset, or Funky Persimmon.
The Bushwick Sheath Dress
When Katieâs budding art practice takes her to Brooklynâs gritty
frontier (while Ted and Carolyn never fail to remind you that their children are both thriving in their medical residencies), youâll turn
to this dress. Zip it on and let the figure-flattering seams support you
while you endure an evening of performance art about menstruation from
the twenty-seven-year-old who called you Mommy until last fall, when she
began addressing you as Carol, a choice she still refuses to
In Dill, Place Mat, or Change-of-Life Fuchsia.
The Iâm-Over-It Swimsuit
Slip into this unfussy tank suit and relish the deep satisfaction of
knowing that youâve finally made peace with your physical form. Pair with oversized sunglasses for a touch of glam, and chuckle
knowingly at the skittish twentysomethings on the other side of the
pool struggling to look relaxed while sucking in their stomachs and
never laying their legs out flat.
In Helen Mirren Red, Lauren Hutton Navy, or Jane Fonda Gold.
The Rise-to-the-Occasion Blazer
Maybe youâve been telling your children about the pre-Roe era since
they were in the sixth grade, but theyâve just started listening.
Maybe you recently saw your neighbor desperately trying to scrape a Gary
Johnson bumper sticker off her Camry. Whatever your motivation, the
world needs you now. Slip on this sharply tailored jacket and start
plotting your city-council campaign, send flowers to Maxine Waters, or
write a check to the A.C.L.U. We knowâyou thought you were going to
spend the next decade finally watching âGreyâs Anatomyâ and making
beaded earrings. Turns out a womanâs work is never done. In Jesus Christ,
Weâre Still Protesting This? Periwinkle, Heavy-Sigh Fuchsia, and Fuck-You Coral.