You could probably drink me through a straw right now. I have had so many cocktails and glasses of champers over the last few days, in a constant stream from midday ’til midnight, that I have to assume I am mainly made of alcohol at the moment.
It’s now Day 3 of my foray into Newcastle Fashion Week 2013. I have been immersing myself in my home city’s more fashionable culture since festivities began and am sad to be going back to work to a 10 hour day tomorrow. A long martini-less day.
At lunchtime today I grabbed my old faithful See by Chloe blazer and a pair of heels and trotted down to Fat Buddha in the sun, for the Martini Manicure Monday event. This was Newcastle’s first ever sample sale. Van Mildert were peddling some of their finest designer rags at 50% off marked price. I found myself picking through racks upon racks of Marc by Marc Jacobs, Michael Kors, Vivienne Westwood, MuuBaa, Paul Smith, Armani, Barbour et al, with a watermelon martini in hand (officially divine). A treat to say the least. Certainly better than being at work on an average Monday!
I didn’t manage to find the actual manicure part of the lounge before being called upstairs for the start of the shows with my company for the afternoon, Rebecca of Becca’s Beauty Blogging.
We gave our names again, trooped up the stairs to the restaurant, still having our photos taken at almost every step (there were photographers all over this event!) and were seated at our table, goody bags and a set list for the catwalks at each place setting. The waiters brought us our next glasses of booze, a flute of bubbly with a solitary raspberry bobbing about in the top. Then it was time for the show to begin. It was particularly nice to be able to match the outfit and the items to their designer and listing in the booklet. The models looked fabulous, the show ran smoothly and the venue really came into it’s own. I hadn’t actually been to Fat Buddha before but it is indeed a very nice place. The ceilings were perfect for the feel of the place. I’d recommend you check it out, lovely readers. The food, when it arrived wasn’t bad either. We were treated to a two course Asian fusion meal. I had Royal Sweetcorn Soup with fresh hand-pulled chicken followed by a Red Thai Curry with tender pieces of beef and served with coconut rice, while my dining companion enjoyed the Honey Chilli Chicken with steamed rice. Having sampled both (of course I did) I’m able to tell you they were both equally delicioux. And basically that was the end. Although we sat and chatted for quite a long time after that, the event had pretty much drawn to a close. We had a dawdle back to the centre of NCL, I slipped on the flat shoes I keep in my bag to walk the last leg slightly more comfortably and then let myself back into my little home to a full house of people, but that’s a tale for a different day.
That’s the end of my Fashion Week story for the time being, due the fact that as I said I’m busy from tomorrow. Nothing else to report on the subject just at the minute. Oh, except that I now have a serious case of lust for the stone coloured Vivienne Westwood trench coat, modelled by Nicola on the catwalk, and the Ted Baker Penny dress/Muubaa peplum leather jacket combo that Zoe was sporting. I’m mentally adding them to my wish list as we speak.