My step father said I looked like “old money”.
That was me in a white suit and skirt.
I don’t wear white all that much anymore.
You can’t worry about going to a laundromat
after leaving your washer and dryer behind in the last move.
Once you lose that upper middle class status and become
a pay check to paycheck Mother, your kids wear denim and cotton.
The privileged have the Nanny do their braids.