The week before last I received a ‘girls only’ invite from a cute little place in town called I Love My Laundry.
With drinks supplied by Taittinger, the crowd was as rowdy as just a group of girls high on bubbles can be. There was gossip. And there was lingerie. There was the kind of small talk only we girls can find fascinating and there were the obligatory snide looks. We understand that this is how it is with girls. We laugh harder, we cry more, we shop to feel good and we shop to feel even better. And yes, we do love our laundry. And we love champagne. The person responsible for inviting the group of blogging girls clearly knows this.
We love this, and so, so much more… Continue reading