Tuesday afternoon and the sun is hot and blaring down on the green grass patch at York University. I have two hours to kill between classes and a textbook (yawn) to read. So I sit myself down and soak up some vitamin D while getting my readings done for the week. I was relaxed, feeling good, and at peace.Then some guy comes up to me "Excuse me, uhhh this is going to sound really wrong." Oh no, I want to just stop him now thinking he's gonna be all 'hey, what's going on . . . blah, blah, blah.' He kind of smirks and I stare at his 7-Up bottle as he says "Ummm you can see your . . . . ummm you know from behind. And you probably don't want that, or don't even know so I just thought I would tell you." Here is this kid I was about to write off as a punk kid bugging me who was actually being totally kind and nice to let me know what a spectacle I had made of myself.
It was laundry day and my regular Calvin Kleins were all in the wash so I had a pair that I knew is not really jean-friendly persay. I put my cardigan around my waist and reminded myself why I used to be addicted to Cosabella thongs.
I first discovered them while working at a clothing store in West Vancouver that had them, and I got hooked. They are so comfortable, light, and you can wear the lowest riding jeans (7 for all Mankind were my fav then) and still you saw no evidence of them. They are also great under very skin-tight dresses that you normally would see lines under.
Well since I moved to Toronto I haven't had a store right near me to just pick them up. I have heard that they are at Holt Renfrew, but I haven't ventured into their lingerie department to pick up a few pairs (I avoid that store as much as possible as it reminds me of how I can't afford 90% of their merchandise). Clearly I need to get back on that Cosabella train so I don't find myself in a spectacle-making scenario again.
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