For a while I was a vaguely-titled, poorly paid, lowly person on the fringes of the fashion world. The problem with being employed (no matter how lowlily) in any part of the fashion world is that it necessitates dressing in a way that is not very compatible with the poorly paid part. I invested a great deal of credit card interest in clothing that was not only at severe risk in a strong breeze, but also fairly impractical in most circumstances outside the fashion world. I looked better and better, but I was getting poorer and poorer. And, in the evenings, wearing pink suede mules to negotiate dimly-lit, public transport stairwells was not so much impractical as life-threatening.
‘Sweetie, plan for the limo. Prepare for the bus.’ ~ Your Aunt Lola