I went to a lingerie party this afternoon. Haha it was heaps of fun!
We locked the kids in a playroom, and spent the next couple of hours giggling like high school girls at a sleep-over. We sipped champagne. Devoured chocolate-coated strawberries. Sushi. And a table full of fancy nibbles. We all knew each other, so we spent most of the time chatting, laughing, teasing and talking secret women’s stuff.
Like, husbands and sex, boob jobs, liquid-filled push-up bras, husbands and sex, lop-sided breasts, g-string jewellery, brazilian waxes, husbands and sex, granny underwear, black pantyliners, how to teach your daughter about sex, periods and inserting tampons, and reminiscing about those old style super-sized pads that were thick as a brick. Hahaha.
The lingerie range was REALLY nice. Very similar to stuff from Victoria’s Secret. Less colours. But much cheaper.
But I couldn’t buy anything! Aaargh. I’m still breast-feeding, my size is all over the place and it’d be really stupid to buy something now. The amount of self-restraint I had to invoke gave me a headache. Grrrr. So I had to promise myself (the same way I make chocolate promises to Callum) that I’ll splurge when I finish breast-feeding.