At San Francisco Fashion Week’s opening party, the fun started standing in line and observing partygoers wearing everything from boyfriend jeans to a full-length ballgown.
My favorite Modalu bag accompanied me. I’ve finally reached the point in our relationship when I can take the bag out to parties without living in fear of a drink spilling onto it. After all, it was baptized with sparkling wine during Fashion’s Night Out and lived to tell the tale.
Once inside, I joyfully did the “Who, me? You’re taking my picture? Why, I was just innocently standing here!” dance, which consists largely of planting your hand on your hip, thrusting out your collarbone, and trying to look fabulously casual. My look reads more awkward ermine than It Girl, but there’s always room for progress.
The event was full of groups of beautiful people, all of whom possessed far superior I’m-not-posing-I-just-happen-to-be-standing-here-looking-awesome skills.
I even made some new friends!
I can’t wait to see what the rest of the week has to offer.