Women love to shop. Women love to shop together. Throw in some wine, hors d’ouvres, and discounted designer clothes and shoes, and you’ve pretty much created a portal into what we hope heaven is like.
Which is pretty close to what last Friday night was like at
Espy boutique. When I saw that one of my favourite shops was starting to host private shopping parties, I jumped at the chance to get some of my closest girlfriends together for a night of retail therapy. (Who else is going to talk you into some thigh-high suede boots? You’re welcome Gloria.)
For four hours we nibbled delicacies from
Bite and delectables from
Nectar Desserts, and shopped until some of us dropped. While some of us tried on things that we couldn’t even begin to imagine to where we would wear—the one-piece short/halter combo comes to mind—, we all tried on the seeming nemesis of anyone that’s not a tween or supermodel. Yes, I am talking about jeggings--the love child of jeans and leggings.
After virtually being dragged kicking and screaming to the change room by shop owner Megan Szanik, I begrudgingly convinced to try on a pair—but not before I forced my friend Beth to try them on with me. We emerged in what can only be described as a
Sisterhood of the Travelling Pants moment—they hugged our curves in just the right places, elongated our legs and tightened up our rears instantly. Had it not been for the fact that my butt-crack was making an unwelcome appearance before I even sat down, I would have walked away with atleast a couple pairs.
That being said, the evening was fruitful for most (especially Espy), educational for some, and motivational for me--I'm off to find a pair of jeggings with a high enough rise that I might be afforded the luxury to sit down while wearing them.
If anyone has any leads, let me know!