C'mon, confess your worst tales of 'shrinking'

01 July 2009


In today's OMG!-I-can't-breathe-it's-that-exciting Grazia, we've identified a new trend: 'shrinking' (aka shopping + drinking). Because, right now, our crack team of investigative fashion spies have discovered that shrinking is going on everywhere. There's a champagne bar in Westfield London, you can't move for boutiques running new-stock evenings (supplemented by a free glass of fizz) and, from today, Campari is introducing cocktails and complimentary canapés to all Harvey Nics stores (see www.harveynichols.com). Let's face it, the fashionable shrinker has never had so many opportunities to hit the hooch when loading up on fashion goodies. But while a spot of lightly lubricated retail therapy can be harmless fun, you have to remember that alcohol in close proximity to a summer sale rail is a potentially lethal cocktail. So come on – tell us your worst shrinking experience to date... Thinking you could rock lamé jeggings when popping into Topshop after a couple of glasses? Buying that last pair of 'bargain' discount J Brands (despite the fact they're two sizes too small) and waking up the morning after to discover you have a) a sore head and b) something you will never squeeze your bottom into no matter how much powerplating you do? Please share...


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