Last week, I spent over an hour in the Eaton Centre looking for new summer duds and didn’t see a single thing that I wanted to buy, aside from a pair of Michael Kors wedges that are obviously not in my budget.
After waiting in line for the fitting rooms for what felt like an eon at a store whose name looks like a swear word if you read it quickly, a salesgirl with a vacant look on her face led to me to a change room and muttered something about her given name. Within two seconds, it was obvious that the only way to get the skirt I chose over my hips would be to cut it open and add a foot of fabric. All that waiting. And for nothing!
Disgruntled and feeling weird about my hips, I gave up on my mission to round out my summer wardrobe mall-styles and headed west on Queen Street to see if Girl Friday had any irresistible offerings.
I stepped into the boutique and immediately spotted five things I loved: cropped mint green Yoga jeans, an orange polka dot skirt, floral print cigarette pants, a chiffon blouse with a necktie and a darling floating hearts blouse (pictured above).
I tried everything on and bought the skirt, the chiffon blouse and the blouse with the hearts on it. Because sometimes it’s not enough to wear just one heart on your sleeve; sometimes you have to wear a whole bunch of hearts all over your torso.
The two girls working at Girl Friday were friendly and helpful, the clothing is cute and affordable and overall it was such a pleasant shopping experience that I might have to bypass the mall forever.*
*This will likely never happen, but it felt like an appropriately dramatic finish.