@ECW This is also the case with Nevada. Take it out of the tourists.
@mirror_father_mirror Although you *do* have to be very careful when shopping to make sure your teacherly-gesticulations aren't going to cause you to blow a crucial button. But I supposed the same goes for a lot of modern mass-market clothing.
I have to disagree with the "from this decade" point. I am in academia, and most of my clothes (*especially* my teaching clothes) are vintage...and if you'll allow me to say so myself, I look more put-together in my nice wool blazer/slacks/pencil skirt/sheath dress/silk blouse than many of my colleagues in their H&M versions. Thrift stores are the only reason I have nice things.
On Fall Haul
On Fall Haul
Ugh, I have been home sick this past weekend (during the last few nice days we will have in Montreal, it's going to be winter forever from now on) and missed all the end-of-summer frolicking. Couple that with the fact that back-to-school means getting paid again, which means suddenly feeling flush (when I'll actually need that money to live on next summer)...and I have done a lot of online shopping the past few days.
No link to the earlier conversation? I have an awful lot of feelings about Madewell for someone who has never actually worn a single one of their garments(outside of the store).
I just realized that over the twelve years I have been living in apartments, my bathroom ceiling (in various places) has collapsed four times. Is every three years a normal rate of bathroom-ceiling collapsage, or do I just live in dumps?
@mirror_father_mirror Ahem, that should be "oven," not stove. The oven, which we turned on and left open.
@emmycantbemeeko I couldn't tell you...it was a long time ago, and I'm not sure she ever told us in the first place. I think it was more that her place was rent-controlled and she had lived there for decades, so the rent was very low. It does sound pretty crazy, though...one of those things that I sometimes wonder if I imagined it, but my former roommate seems to remember it too!
My very first apartment (South Williamsburg, 2002, when it was still kind of sketchy), our heat went out for several months, and we couldn't seem to get the landlord to fix it. Our landlord was Hassidic, and I realize now that there were probably some weird tensions based on our perceived class and its implications for the neighborhood's burgeoning gentrification, but it was very clear from our brief interactions with him that he did not have a great deal of respect for three girls barely in their twenties living alone. And so when the heat went out, it stayed out, in spite of all the strongly-worded letters we could send...and since we didn't pay for gas, my roommates and I would turn on the stove and leave the door open to warm the place up enough to be habitable in New York in the winter. Luckily we did not die from either fire or carbon monoxide poisoning. We discussed it with our upstairs neighbor--a woman who had been living in the building for a long time--and she told us that she had not paid rent for years, because she had asked for some repairs that the landlord was unwilling to make, because he determined that the repairs would, somehow, cost more than her rent was bringing in. I think everyone was happy with that situation but us.