Alas, didn’t come across that way.

Dunno man, cannot raise my hand on this one. If you lived to be 80, you’d have to spend less than $200 a year on clothing every year of your life to come in under $15K. Shoes and boots, winter coats, underwear, casual clothes, work clothes, one formal dress? Even buying thrift, I think almost everyone who isn’t…

If you have a handmade garment, stitched and embellished by teams of experts being fairly paid for their labour, then yes- it’s worth the money. Hundreds of hours go into the piece, and it really is a wearable artform. As to the clientele, yes, there are plenty of rich old white ladies, but there are also Saudi wives…

You have no idea how incredibly hypocritical that sounds, do you? I mean, your comment was actually used as a tone-deaf example by someone in a different thread.

It’s enlightening to hear the actual breakdown of cost to retail. I knew it would be bad, but never thought it would be quite so egregious! And yet, you see all the girls on the subway clutching their very aspirational Coach bags like they’re some kind of totem to good taste.

They filmed a big diner scene at my favourite (then-local) diner!

Aw, thanks. :-)

That’s what they cost in Toronto, too. Nail art for a pedi costs a whole extra $5 at the salon where I go, and the woman who does it is fucking amazing. I always tip well, and only in cash.

Wow, that’s a very fresh wound. Give yourself a little time to reflect on what best to do- roommate, move, or pay the lot- it’s good that you can afford to wait on the decision. *hugs*

Argh, I feel you both. Getting de-married means I gave up access to a car, a dishwasher, gas stove, and my own washer and dryer. Which of those I miss most depends on the day.

Surrealist troll is surrealist.

Serves ‘em right! (see what I did there?)

I’m glad your husband is doing that. Wonder what they say when he tells them.

Right? Most women seem to leave the hospital in comfy sweats with their hair pulled back in a ponytail, husband in tow, with the newborn in one of those car seat/bassinets with a big handle. BUT, most women don’t have a wardrobe stylist, hairdresser, and makeup artist at their disposal, which I’m pretty sure comes…

Perfectly said.

She not only knew the mission was dangerous when she signed up for it, it’s said she sought the job out specifically. So, even though I wouldn’t trade places with her for a second, I don’t feel bad for her.

Starred for “turning my bed into a fart pod.” Also, fair warning, I totally plan to steal that winning phrase.

Yes to all of that. Even hardly eating, I still worked out, walked everywhere, had energy. It was worrisome. But then (as a dancer friend told me) ballet dancers shouldn’t be able to tour and perform on an apple and a bowl of broth every day, and yet. Also, ancient shambling heroin addicts should not be able to shred…

Stress reaction is *exactly* how I describe it! No appetite, and what food I do eat does not usually... um... stay put. The maternal ladies story is very sweet.

Thank you! Other than the cancer, doing pretty good. :-)