Saturday was a rare girls-day-out so we had sushi and then dessert at Canele and just blissful nothing-ness, idle gossip and some man-bashing.
Then somewhere in the middle, Sam dropped a bomb. Her sister gave her 5 (FIVE) bags of clothes she didn't want anymore. It was either St. Vincent de Paul or us.
Immediately, plans were reshuffled, changed, scrapped - whatever. We all trooped down to Sam's place in the evening and had a mini fashion show. OK, zippers got stuck a few times on me (damn Sam & her family of hobbits) but Susan who is a fellow hobbit, was petite enough to fit into a lot of them.
Zara, CK, DKNY, skirts, blouses, dresses, pants - you name it, she had it. Some even had tags on them still!
There was plenty left for St. Vincent de Paul when we were done.
Sam is now our most loved friend, esp since she promised us first rights of refusal on the next batch.
Not forgetting Sam's sister, of course
Long live the Tees!
Location: 14th floor of misery
Current Condition: sleepy
Music: none
Thursday, August 21, 2008
Long live the Tees!
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2 comments:
babesy, check ur sms and reply to mine if you want yet another freebie - sam
Thanks babe for the offer. Sorry we couldn't make it for the show but we (the girls) really should meet up soon for another DIY pasta+wine session.
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