I used to wonder about ladies parading around in red-soles, how much does she make?
I’ve learned it’s better for me and my jealousy for that to be none of my business.
With the dawn of credit—clothes, shoes, and accessories became no indication of net worth.
I spend BIG on non-smudge eyeliner. And skimp on Hanes boy’s t-shirts.
New goal: look as fabulous as a millionaire while I save to become one.
(Originally published on Amanda Stanhaus’s financial literacy blog: XO, Bettie.)