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Tuesday: black Prada rosebud slingbacks

Yes, we all know that haute couture is a dying art — as of this month’s fall collections, there are only ten designers officially designated haute couturiers, and what was once a week of shows has been condensed into three days. The ranks of the petites mains who make the couture clothes by hand are dwindling… so here I am praying that they will just hang on long enough until the day I can afford to become a client myself. It’s my one goal in life: to walk through the door of the Chanel maison, climb the stairs, and hand over $30,000 or so for the privilege of standing in my skivvies, being poked, prodded and measured for a made-to-order suit.

Now, let’s see: I don’t own real estate, and I haven’t exactly saved for my retirement. But thank goodness for personal bankruptcy laws! Nah… not really. I can imagine several scenarios for my ending up in couture: (1) I win the biggest Powerball jackpot in history and can dress myself in couture every day of the year; (2) I became a Hollywood star and get gifted with couture; (2) I marry a Hollywood star and get gifted with couture; or (4) I save my pennies and grow six inches or so, so that I could fit into the sample and thus get a bit of a break.

So. What are the personal bankruptcy laws again?

Worth bankrupting self:

Not so much:

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