I got an e-mail from my bank. ‘If I was interested to visit a fashion show in their main building at Martin’s Place?’ Sure, I’m always willing to consider things like this. A quick look at the line-up: Camilla and Marc, Lisa Ho, Ginger and Smart… In the time I’ve been here, I know thát for being the places to go for a cute sheer dress or a pair of stunning heels. If you only had the money. I myself shop at WoolWorths a lot. That’s a supermarket. Living on a scholarship is no feast.
But Saturday night wás, totally unexpected. Where I was under the impression to go and visit a casual ‘walk-in’ event, it turned out to be so much better. Fortunately I had tricked Richard in escorting me to this fashion show (‘It’s such an imposing historical building, great for taking pictures!’ Always works). Dear friend Oldooz only needed to hear the word ‘fashion’ and she was already standing at the main entrance.
So, the three of us found ourselves on the doorstep of a majestic building, surrounded by ‘dressed to impress’ people. Shyly we approached the grimly looking hostess, who was holding a guestlist and - surprise! - my name was on it. Welcomed as if we were Anna Wintour, Karl Lagerfeld and Tavi, we enjoyed free champagne and the most divine food, you wouldn’t believe. Front row and six goodie bags were the cherry on the cake.
What’s my ‘posh partycrasher’ secret? Honestly, I have no clue. As mentioned, our bank account doesn’t exactly have ‘VIP’ written over it. Guess we must have been the Mystery Guests!
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