I can't eat (as much as I usually do), I can't sleep and I'm on edge (I even shouted at my yogalates DVD this morning because I couldn't get my breathing right; relaxing? I think not!!!). This must mean only one thing...Fashion Week is nearly upon us. I can't help it, it’s like swine flu-you can't escape it (speaking of which are we still in this pandemic?? The last thing we need is Bailey getting all ill). I have all these thoughts like what if a model falls or I don't like anything or all the editors don't like anything or nobody turns up because they're all snowed in or kitten heels are making a huge come back. As I live in none of the locations I spend the whole time glued to my laptop and Blackberry, checking all blogs, tweets and videos. I should change my name to anti-social Lolita.
Oh and it doesn't stop there. No no!! After fashion weeks we are greeted with the BAFTAs, Oscars NME Awards and Brit Awards. Who's wearing what, who's with who, are R Patz and K Stuart going to go together? Will Pete get busted for drugs? Will Serge finally declare his undying love for me when he wins sexiest male in existence, ever!!! Who will give the longest and tearful speech? Who will win what!!!
My mind is in overdrive.
All nervous dispositions aside I do have a personal request though. If Viv could do something truly fantastic and amazing in her show that would be fab. I'm doing my dissertation on her you see, and would love something more to add!!! Thank you!!
xoxo
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