2.5 days and counting.

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There’s nothing like a pending fashion week to further exacerbate your wardrobe inadequacies. With only 2.5 days to go until departure day, it recently dawned on me that I should start thinking about packing. I’m usually a pretty good packer, I don’t get too panicked and I never forget anything, so yesterday, feeling confident that I could quickly and easily get the job done, I opened my wardrobe and began to pack.

And it turns out I have no clothes.

No clothes and no shoes. I always thought this phrase came from materialistic, mean, snobs without hearts, but now I really know the meaning of ‘I have nothing to wear!’ Okay, so I’m being a little overdramatic, but it’s times like these when you suddenly realise that there are so many basics you need. Like a cream, crew-neck knit, and a decent pair of jeans, tights without holes in them and appropriate flat shoes etc, etc, etc. I mean, what does one wear to a fashion week anyhow? No, rephrase. What I meant to say was ‘what does one wear when one will be running around all day (9am – 9.30pm every day for 5 days), carrying a laptop and a camera (and a notebook and a pen and everything else) whilst also trying to navigate a city they have only been to a couple of times?!’

You tell me. Knowing I’m going to be surrounded by ridiculously good looking people and outfits is making me feel excited, but more than a little ill at the same time. I don’t want to take my whole wardrobe but I need options. I need to be perfectly comfortable, yet not look like a slob. Stylish and effortless, and casual – but cool*. Basically I need to transform myself into Alexa Chung** for the next week.

Wish me luck.

I have a feeling I’m going to need a bigger suitcase.