Sometimes you’d have one of those days when life held no promise and your hair just Would Not Grow and your total calorific intake was drawn from coffee and toothpaste. And then Something Else Would Go Wrong and you’d let fly at the person who had failed you. Later you’d have to grovel to that person when it turned out that they had not actually lost your dry-cleaning after all, because there it was in your wardrobe.
My friends and I bought our first little apartments. We decided that we were over Clothes now, because we were mad on bread boards and matching table linens instead. We surrounded ourselves with decorating magazines, memorized color charts and bought things because the packaging would look nice in our new bathrooms. We could visualize a spiral staircase in that corner where the coat cupboard was. We had no idea what our mortgage terms were.