
About five years ago I decided that retirement might be in the near future and I stopped buying high heels, pantyhose and suits. As a result my work wardrobe became sadly forlorn. I let stuff deteriorate to the point where fallen hems were held by safety pins and magic-mend-it tape (and even staples!) and the heels on my shoes were so worn as to cause me to walk crooked.
I've now shlepped the "best" of my stuff to the dry cleaner and have properly hemmed everything (something every short woman in America knows how to do). Worthy leather high heels are at the shoe repair. Stuff that is past-its-prime is in the trash.
Mr. Molloy, I hope I've done you proud!
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