How do you bring LFW to a close? Rocking some Orla Kiley inspired hair and hanging around the Apartment obviously. Also by this point I had trained myself to be heel ready (helps when they turn out to to be the comfiest t-bars known to man) and fighting February with layers and layers of wool.
As a general rule I dress for comfort and ease so my final outfit was a mix of bulk, warmth and something that would be easy to travel in. With a 10 hour bus journey ahead of me the plan was to make slipping on the old jim jams at the end of the day as simple as possible. Also any excuse to wear fishnet socks which should be a budget staple in anyone’s S/S wardrobe. That and a varsity jacket.
The one saving grace this season was a pretty kick ass hotel in the city centre. We’re not talking all the bells and whistles of some too cool for school boutique number out in the sticks. The lady and I were right next to Kings Cross Station in Travelodge. This meant we were a max half hour walk from Somerset House, never had to leave Zone 1 for the entire week (for many some kind of magical fever dream) and got to sleep in a gorgeous Victorian building with comfy beds, tons of space and some decent coffee. I’m not sure Betty and I would have survived if it hadn’t been for multiple danishes and of course, not having to relive the horror of our 2 hours away from everything hotel booking last season. I’m still trying to block that one out. I can’t think of anywhere I’d rather stay next time I’m in London town.
For now though I’m neck deep in wedding planning, aspiring to buying myself some ridiculously overpriced shoes and *gasp* flirting with the idea of the property ladder. Not quite sure how it’s going to pan out but certainly a reality crash from fashion week. Totally worth it though. Every time.