Rarity sighed as she pulled the basket full of sodden clothes into her shop.  A drop-off basket had seemed such a good idea: ponies were stopping by at all hours to leave torn or damaged clothes, interrupting her beauty sleep.  While she disliked mending, it was largely what kept her in business.  Most ponies only had a dress or two, and maybe a dozen accessories.  She was too expensive to tailor work clothes; those generally came from mills on the Horsatonic River.  Mending and alterations brought in a few bits per garment.  Once her designs finally took off in the fashion world, she wouldn’t have to stoop to repairs; until then, it covered her overhead.