I am not a WASP. But a quick dig through my wardrobe would reveal to you that I’m a closeted WASP fan. Beneath the mounds of hipstery leggings and frocks I own lurk the few, the proud, and the WASPy. In my second drawer are telltale seersucker and madras prints. The third drawer contains a horrific amount of Ralph Lauren sweaters in every color of the rainbow. Tossed carelessly by the foot of... moreI am not a WASP. But a quick dig through my wardrobe would reveal to you that I’m a closeted WASP fan. Beneath the mounds of hipstery leggings and frocks I own lurk the few, the proud, and the WASPy. In my second drawer are telltale seersucker and madras prints. The third drawer contains a horrific amount of Ralph Lauren sweaters in every color of the rainbow. Tossed carelessly by the foot of my desk you will find a pair of Topsiders (never worn with socks, naturally). Although I have yet to own a Lily Pulitzer dress or lobster embroidered headband (er, I’m not rushing to anytime soon), I’m secretly an avid proponent of prep style. view page