I have a favorite store in my college town, and for the past four years, I've stopped in often. Often enough that the manager started recognizing me. Last month she mentioned a job opening and asked if I would be interested in applying. Because anything that involves getting paid for looking at clothes all day is pretty much the job of my dreams, I, of course, sent in my resume.
Long story short, this week I started a full-time job in retail (where I'll have a chance to dip my Pierre Hardy x Gap wedges in visual merchandising, a little bit like one of my favorite bloggers Ascot Friday). I love writing and I definitely plan to continue, but I love that this position will open up opportunities for other careers in fashion.
This doesn't mean I'll stay in Missouri, but it does mean that I'll have some additional experience (and extra money in savings!) when I move to a city where the cost of living is double what it is closer to home.
Besides, if being the next Amy Astley doesn't work out, being the next Jenna Lyons sounds pretty fantastic.
