The last time I went to a fashion show, it was also David Jones and I gave birth to Remy about 48 hours afterwards. I credit watching Miranda Kerr walk the runway in a bikini for bringing on my labour 10 days early. I just wanted to get a head start on bouncing back into my bikini body! Woo!
That was 18 months ago.
Regular readers here and anyone who’s read my book will know I go to barely anything. Even when invited. I’m not really a Going To Social Functions kind of person. Maybe it’s because I had to do so much of it when I worked in magazines. I used up all my social energy eating small bits of food on crackers and and now there’s very little left. I prefer eating my meals at my desk in front of my computer while writing because I’m a big basket of fun like that.
I procrastinated until pretty much the last minute and had virtually decided not to go when one Paula Joye persuaded me to. “It will be good for your writing,” she said, meaning “you have to get out of the bloody house sometimes and put on some shoes and make-up if you want to have anything to write about”.
This is true. I RSVP’d yes. Late.
I used to be so good at this kind of thing but I’m really socially unfit. The thought of facing hundreds of people, many of whom I know, and making all manner of small talk was a bit overwhelming. Fortunately (and some would say purposely), I decided I just HAD to post a Christina Hendricks Frockwatch to go with this post and arrived late to the show which was held at the Horden Pavilion. The invite said arrivals from 10:30, parade starts at 11:15, event concludes at 12. I do love knowing what to expect in any social situation so I thought that was very helpful to spell it all out.
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haha love it Mia
Sass & Bide. Pretty sure.