I, for one have never harbored any dreams to participate in London Fashion Week events so it came to a complete surprise when I was invited to the House of Grazia aka the elegant Matches Fashion townhouse over a 5 day period. It didn't even occur to me to register for the fashion shows either. However, I've heard whispers of the interesting outfits outside Somerset House so I may just turn up just to see the hoo-ha.
Grazia has set up camp at the Matches Fashion townhouse and will be reporting live there during the entire London Fashion Week. When I casually mentioned to a young friend of mine that Henry Holland was going to be "in da house", she screamed and hyperventilated. I thought she was going to pass out. In future, I'd love to be able to give the opportunity to a friend or reader to come along to one of these functions with me. Needless to say, I feel not only honored but also privileged to catch a glimpse of what London Fashion Week is all about.
Unfortunately, thanks to the train being re-routed all over South of England, we arrived 2.5 hours later and only caught the last 10 minutes of the talk given by Sandra of 5 Inch and Up as well as a couple of others (more about this here). I was not only one of the oldest bloggers there, I was THE only blogger who turned up to a fashion event with a young child in tow (lucky me, LFW coincides with half term break). I saw a few bloggers' jaws hit the ground when I turned up with Lil L but the lovely ladies from Matches Fashion and Grazia crew didn't even bat an eyelid.Thank you to Simone (Matches Fashion) and Becky (Grazia) for the highlight of my visit. Not to mention the scrumptious pastries, coffee,
I had to eschew the afternoon event as a reward for Lil L's exemplary behavior so off we went to have dim sum at Chinatown. You know what they say about most Chinese restaurants. The tackier and ruder the service, the better the food. The service was better than usual and the food was just so so. Guess you can't have both...... Sorry, Sue , I suck at being a style blogger which is why this is a lifestyle blog. I was too busy ogling the gorgeous waiters and chatting to the lovely ladies at the townhouse that it didn't occur to me that anyone would be interested in my outfit.
Lil L and I negotiated a deal. I could check out Selfridges' shoe gallery on the condition that she gets up to the London Eye. While she was beyond ecstatic and could hardly contain her glee (she has been nagging to go up the London Eye for 1.5 years now), I was exhausted and felt the beginnings of frostbite on my toes (yes, I was dressed most inappropriately thinking that sunshine = warm). "Mama, I told you to wear your boots". Smartass.
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