The Clothes Show Live

So, if you hadn’t heard, it was a few weeks ago now that me and Hattie (http://insidethemindofadiscoball.blogspot.com/) won tickets to The Clothes Show live via the very famous WhatKatieWore Blog!

http://www.whatkatiewore.com/2010/06/20/taken-on-results-day/

http://whatyouwore.whatkatiewore.com/2010/06/11/suzuki-challenge-kathy/

As you can imagine there was much screeching phone exchanges between myself and Miss Peacock as soon as the results were posted, and plans were put in locomotion immediately as to how we were to achieve the very expensive feat of arriving and surviving in london for 2 days on the small budgets all students at the end of an academic year can expect to be on – roll on Student Finance pay day!

The journey down on the Megabus was spent in much anticipation, and with my mp3 player Missing In Action, it was my make up bag that was turned to in a time of creative  boredom emergency;

We arrived the day before, Thursday, and conviened  in Covent Garden for smoothies and warm up shopping browsing, a disproportionate amount of this time being spent in Lush (which in Covent Garden, by the way, is amazing – they have like loads of floors with a quaint curved ceiling basement and loads of stuff to try). I also bought the elephant necklace of my dreams which will be pictured in a minute, and an amazing little something for Rah (of earlier Community Clothing posts) which will be pictured on the blog at a later date in case she sees it prematurely.

Anyway, we stayed with one of my lovely friends of old and his house of medical student friends mid-study, so a happy evening was passed in Tooting (giggle) swapping storied with them then curled up on the sofa with Hattie watching Skins and discussing the ironic tragedies of Kerry Katona’s life, as prompted typically by a channel 4 documentary on her. (Did anyone else see this?)

Anyway, before we get on to the clothes, can we please take a moment to reflect on these two charming nuns on an underground escalator;

You can tell I was in clothes mode by now because I was admiring the unusual flattering colour of their habits, and the surprising subtle flattering tailoring when you got up close  – maybe being a nun wouldn’t be so de-liberating after all.

Here’s me by the WhatKatieWore/Suzukoi stand.

Sadly the light is VERY yellow, being in the exhibition was a little like being in a uterus or somthing, so the colours arn’t quit clear – I think I took some of the outfit at home, if I find them I’ll include them at the end of this post. The jacket has become on of my favorites of late. I dug it out and rescued it from our dressing up box, my brother wore it once while playing Buttons in a pantomime of some description  – hence the gloriously generous spreading of buttons by my mother all down the front.

oh and this is the elephant I love so fondly;

Another feature of this outfit I enjoyed thinking up was the rainbow shoelace in my hair that, until now, it’s partner-less state rendered it useless to me in terms of footwear.

I bought a few things I’m still trying to justify into my budget, but tried to keep spending minimal. You will see what I bought in later posts no doubt, I don’t want to make this post much longer than it already is – although it probably will be anyway.

There were some lovely pieces there I really adored, especially in the Vintage sections. There is something about a peice of clothing that someone else has had adventures in that still enchants me, and something about clothes that have made it through the forest of possible casulaties for clothes – they haven’t been wrecked by spillage, worn with age, mislayed on a bus, been sicked on by a baby, been ripped in an miscalculated dance move – some how they have made it though, owner to owner, to finally be entrusted to and enjoyed by you.

There of course was also the more disheartening side to big fashion events like this. The ‘trendies’. What made my heart sink a little was the frequency at which I was seeing the same combinations, the same patterns, the same cuts – all quite beautiful ( I love most of this summers trends, and have a smug and almost accurate belife that I loved them way before they were in fashion – florals, beige accessories, tribal prints, etc …) but so incessant in the crowds that it really took my enthusiasm for them down some notches.

Now, Hattie has a very expressive hatred of ‘Gladiator Sandals’. I see her point completely but am hesitant to commit to the same statement a) because I secretly don’t mind them in moderation and 2) have a secret fear that my bosom buddy Clark’s sandals you see in almost every post could be classified under the same category – oh the dread!

But its true, standing in the que for the main arena catwalk show, looking around me at mouse height, the sight was truly a SHAMBLES.

I mean, look! We couldn’t move for feeling we were in a Ridley Scott film. If only Russell Crowe had been there… sigh…

But yeah, that sort of thing really wants to make me stack my shopping bags, mount them like a poduim and scream ‘PULL YOURSELVES TOGETHER WOMEN!!!’

Ever more appropriate was Hattie’s reading material brought for when her legs simply couldn’t support her shopping anymore;

ho ho ho, very apt. Oh Hattie, how I love you, let me count the ways….

So my lesson learnt for that day was-

clothes are beautiful.

they are not everything.

but they are beautiful.

There were in truth, some tacky stalls there. But there were also really inspiring ones with ladies who make their own produce, and can tell you all about the art they are creating for the pure love of it.

Over and Out Scout.

p.s.

Sushi for breakfast!

Some perhaps clearer (if not, less yellow) pictures of my outfit;

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One response to “The Clothes Show Live

  1. George

    This blog is my favourite of the Just Kiss My Cardi saga! Good work Kathy, keep it up!

    PS: Love the elephant!

    :D x

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