Her Hoboness Speaks for the First Time...

Well of course, the economy is crap - it’s all the news outlets can blab about for the better part of the year aside from MJ’s too-normal-it’s-unbelievable demise and of course, the dreaded pig flu. Not that I cared much about the recession and its nasty repercussions. After all, everything is funny as long as it’s not happening to you but when you do get hit squarely on the face, it’s hard to keep laughing.

One moment, I was traipsing along the idyllic beaches of Phuket, sipping mojitos while devouring Susanna Clarke’s whopping 1000+ page debut, Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell, and the next, I was contemplating parading around town with nothing on but a sandwich board that reads, “Will Dance Nekkid for Food.” No, thanks to a pretentious high-profile job that didn’t think twice about spitting me out after it used me and abused me for years.

So what’s Her Hoboness to do? She cannot possibly survive without all her creature comforts. What is life without a gorgeous Tokidoki Foresta Dolce handbag? How can she survive when only a stunning pair of made-to-order-not-available-in-stores Rodarte thigh-high boots could possibly save her from the throes of damnation? When a much higher paying job or a wealthy dying relative is not an option, Her Hoboness seeks out ways to stay chic and keep having fun in this crap economy.

Stay tuned.