What I learned at fashion week…
1. I want to be 23 again. Seriously? Nah*, but perhaps instead of studying history, just to realise that I’d rather do Italian studies (because didn’t I want to do art history in the first place?), but then deciding that North and Latin American studies would be even better, I’d now be focussed and strive to become a photographer… or a journalist… or wait!, maybe a stylist… or a designer??? Okay, obviously no change here.
2. I really need to learn to pose! You’d think I should know how to do this by now, but as soon as someone aims a camera at me I get all wooden, want to hide and a stare into the lens with a terrified gleam in my eyes.
3. It’s so much fun to meet other bloggers! So many cool people… Amazing how a common activity can connect you.
4. Have to book an appointment at the hairdressers to sort out my fringe!! What’s wrong with it?!? It looks like it’s got a life of its own. Maybe I need to stop cutting it with nail scissors?
So I've made an appointment with the hairdresser, bought the most expensive anti-wrinkle cream I could afford (just loved it when - after having waited in a long queue with many other women, all grasping the new super lotion that’s supposed to match laser treatment - the shop assistant at the Clinique counter bent over to me to whisper in my ear: "You are going to love this!". I beamed back at her: 'I know I will! Hope dies last!'). Plus a few extra hours of sleep… Soon to appear: The New Me.
*Don’t worry, I’m not going into the whole age issue again. It’s so boooring.
P. S. Before I forget... This was one of the outfits I wore to fashion week. I had to 'celinify' the old leather skirt a bit.
leather skirt: diy, blouse: marc aurel, cardigan: from mum, shoes: bally, bag: diy, scarf: inherited from my grandma