Re: Cat C/Jack P
I'm sure I can find an old lady in this blasted corridor who'll press it for nothing. After I exhume it from mothballs and if it still fits. Patched elbows go down all right in this establishment of yours?
Who knows? I doubt you'd find the answers to the universe there. I'm not Robin Hood and I don't think I'd want to sleep with you under the influence of anything, alcohol or whatever mystery is in the air given a holiday on the calendar.
Dream? My dreams never leaned toward fashion. I learned to like the way a woman looked in clothes because I liked to look at her out of them. went to a boarding school where half the girls I eventually encountered were from the kinds of families where 'vintage' lives in the back of the spare room cupboard and is dragged out for the Hunt Ball. And then I found an appalling flat in London for the tiniest of paychecks, and discovered if you spoke fashion even a touch fluently, you didn't have to climb out of other beds for days. I made very good friends with the ma on that desk. I've never felt the need to learn more than a smattering.