i wish i could just be one of those Ambiguously Wealthy Fashion Biches that live in new york lofts and drink $20 café au laits and have meetings with creative directors and take selfies in the mirrors of gucci showrooms
GIRL THIS BIG ASS RAT WALKED UP TO ME AND STARTED SNIFFING ME I THOUGHT IT WAS SOMEONES DOG AT FIRST BUT I LOOKEE AND STUART LITTLE WAS LOOKING BACK AT ME I HATE NEW YORK
tv shows with time travel organizations/bureaus/police/agencies/whatever should have a department with instead of a tech genius eating candy, it’s a harried seamstress or fashion designer who is like
“1450 italy? does it look like I have the time to dye you wool? nO. YOU’RE GOING TO THE 1980s”
and throws shoulder pads at the hapless time agent
“I literally made three- THREE- 18th century corsets last week. You can wait until one of them gets back, or you can go sometime post-1920s, because if I have to sew one more god damn channel I will literally lose my mind.”
“Upper middle class?!?!? You told me upper class! FUCK YEAH THERE’S A DIFFERENCE!!!”
“How about kimoNO.”
“Look me in the eyes. I do not care what you want. This is the 1500s. You absolutely cannot wear trousers.”
“Another court gown?? Here’s a novel idea: go as a peasant for once in your life. Why do you do this to me? You’re fucking sadists that’s why.”
“Don’t mind me, I’ll just be up all night hand painting silk.”
“THE POLICY IS ONE MONTH’S ADVANCE NOTICE ON PRE-1900s WOMEN’S FASHION FOR A REASON, DEBRA.”
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Give a man a fish and you feed him for a day. Teach a man to fish and you feed him for a lifetime. Teach a man wildlife conservation and his children will be able to eat fish too.
