Three years ago, I had just left a miserable job with an epic commute for a new role that turned out to be even worse. By the summer, I had been made redundant and was wondering what the hell to do with my life. I’d worked in the fashion industry since I left university, in roles that were once upon a time my dream jobs. On a daily basis, I had been told that ‘hundreds of girls are queuing up to do your job for free’, as I crept off to sob in the toilets. I witnessed a thriving independent company being poached by a greedy businessman, yet also learned the perils of working for a small brand with no HR department. I was over fashion, I never wanted to work in the industry again, but what was my next move?