Sorry for the ridiculous delay, I had to go to Rome.
But in case anyone still remembers, still cares etc, I DID get a seat at the Burberry show.
But tbh it didn't make all that much difference, I barely noticed the clothes, I was too busy being mesmerised by Anna Wintour.
The woman is fascinating.
She must be some kind of vodoo queen because in a room full of high fashion, supermodels and celebrities, she was the only thing I could concentrate on.
And then she smiled and I nearly fell of my allocated chair.
But forget all that, let's talk about me for a second.
Well more specifically me and Hermes.
I was browsing at the Selfridges branch and by browsing I mean squealing at everything while husband pretended not to know me (it's as if he thinks by being as quiet and invisible as possible he will counter my presence anywhere - as if).
Anyway so let me tell you about the Andre Leon Talley type dude that works there.
Impeccably dresssed and super cool, I wish I had taken a pic.
I was asking if a particular throw came in grey and he said 'do you mean the one in sex and the city'?
And I said, er, no, what one in Sex and the City?
(Apparently there is an Hermes throw in Sex and the City that I don't know about. Oh the shame.)
And he rather dramatically said - looking dapper with a silk scarf tied around his neck - 'You know, in the scene where Carrie is crying in Charlotte's apartment after Big dumps her at the altar - she is wrapped up in it.'
Now, I ask you, where else in the world can you get such encyclopedic fashion knowledge?