Would you believe Target is sponsoring another fashion post written by me?
It may have been hard to tell from the tumbleweeds on the blog but it’s been a very exciting couple of weeks in Casa de Cooker. There was a conference on the Gold Coast, a camping holiday and of course the recovery mission.
In the midst of all the chaos I managed a child-free afternoon to hit the shops. I was ready to give my wardrobe a freshen up for Spring, but my first stop was a little Japanese restaurant for some
precious moments alone sustenance. As I finished the massive bowl of soup, it dawned on me that I may have overdone it. I said a silent note of thanks to the designers of Sunshine Plaza, when the travelator delivered me straight to the door of Target.
First order of business was trying on three versions of Target’s new secret sculpt dress with inbuilt shaping. I was instantly drawn to this polka dot number, but even its magical powers/structural engineering were unable to distract me from the fact that I’d just eaten my body weight in udon noodle soup.
The dress code for the conference cocktail party was dressy with a splash of Tropicana, so I spent some time investigating the vast array of colourful headwear that has arrived in store just in time for the Spring Carnival – if you’re fond of a fascinator, Target is certainly worthy of a pre-Melbourne Cup luncheon visit ladies. I considered sporting this little floral number to the cocktail party, but upon consideration, I realised that I didn’t have the intestinal fortitude to wear something so lairy to a function where I stood to meet hundreds of new people.
So I did what any self-respecting woman having a fat day does; I headed to the shoe department and when I couldn’t choose between a couple of pairs of fabulously festive footwear, I bought both. Then I swung by the underwear department to invest in some quality foundation wear, because suck-you-in undies are the friend of the over indulger.
The red sandals served me well at the conference cocktail party although I did slip them off at one point – it’s not every day a girl is given the chance to squish grapes with her bare feet! In hindsight, if Em could sport a pineapple corsage, I could have totally pulled off the South Pacific inspired headband.
what have you squished between your toes?
Congratulations Janine, goldfish entrails takes the cake (and the voucher!)