Worked there for a spell. I’ll never forget the $1,000 chair that splintered and shattered for no discernable reason and the high prices for what is, after all, polyester. ETA: after reading above about sales on Tuesday, I went to just, you know, look, and bought a shirt I've been stalking. So there's that.
@deepomega I don't even know what it means, really.
@jfruh & madrassoup I was very interested in that part, too. I call it "my dad is the one with the money." Which could very well be the same thing as genteel poverty.
Sounds like its for debtor's prison. The bailiffs, with their round-top black hats, are on their way to stake out your apartment. All is discovered! Fly!
Samantha, I have one of those SAD lights that I no longer need. Get in touch if you want to work something out. I have *so* been there.
Allison, I was wondering how much of the problem came from the sort of normalizing effect from fashion blogs' constant emphasis on the new? Some of the more commercial blogs never repeat the clothes, and it seems like (this sounds parental or something) a bad environment. Thanks for writing this--you are totally brave for it!