I got my THRIFTY badge when I was a girl guide and this is why:
bastard boobs busting my bra
underwire, under control
Because I sew my errant underwire back in with dental floss, so it ne’er budges again. Seriously, try it, and you’ll also have minty-fresh boosies to boot. Use it to sew buttons back on if you never want them to pop off ever again. Unbreakable stuff, that dental floss.
I wouldn’t be going all post-war-Poland on my underwear if it wasn’t thirty bucks a pop. That’s right; the EXPENSIVE perils of being stacked up front. You lot think it’s all swanning about getting free drinks and whatnot, mais non.
And I’m a student now, you see. No more of my glorious champagne lifestyle, it’s all spam and spumante for me.
Thank god my favourite older sister Phoebe got me a Bravissimo voucher for my birthday, don’t know how much longer that bad boy’s going to hold out.
Which segues neatly into how I’m going to support myself once my ENORMOUS salary from the Backpackers gets pruned back to practically nothing. I don’t have the answer to that yet, so while I find a second job, I’ll be filling in surveys on http://www.valuedopinions.co.uk to earn Amazon vouches to keep myself in Wayne’s World wigs and Sex Pistols CDs (they really should put a breathalyser on the Wish List somehow).
Anyway. Here’s Cinderella with Gypsy Road, which is where I’m headed with this slow-but-stylish slide into destitution. The song isn’t about a fledgling makeup artist struggling to buy bras, more about shagging and getting into bar fights, but you get the idea.
PS Makeup-related bargain while we’re on the subject of penny-pinching – here are those Iron Fist Zombie Stomper nail stickers on sale, 50% off! Get in!
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