When I was at Lucky, I had a magical thing called a clothing allowance: a not-ungenerous amount of money, replenished annually, that meant I could basically expense my clothes. And then for a lot of years after I left that job, I spent on clothes, shoes, bags, and jewelry as though I still had one. These days, I buy a lot less, and I spend more carefull…
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