Showing posts with label Fashion Night Out. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Fashion Night Out. Show all posts

Thursday, 8 September 2011

Fashion night nought!

Women! Take heed...do not wish away your life on thinking of men folk or the perfect relationships go out now and party for ever more. This stuff about marriage, kids etc. 'tis all nonsense.
This picture should serve as a warning that men are still on top and wearing the headdresses!

Let me put it another way, would you like control of the TV remote? Would you like to nip into London town for Vogue's Fashion Night Out? Would you enjoy making use of all the invites you've received and grab a few canapes and cocktails on the way - hmm! Would you like to fret over the choice of a car to Fulham for the Tods after party or rocking up to Mahiki for the DKNY after party? Yes, I thought so.

Rewind....Mrs MDS usually meets Mr MDS on a Thursday night for a drink or a bite to eat. It is their only time together on their own. Occasionally they have to sacrifice this pleasure but on the whole, they make the effort. Mrs MDS had so many Fashion Night Out invites she didn't know what to do. So she planned a few early meets with some friends and then the Bond St and surrounding shops invites with Mr MDS. With Mahiki being the favourite option for a cocktail then home.

Tuesday, Mr MDS comes home and says 'I forgot that I was going with *x friends* to drive *y's* car round Brans Hatch on Thursday.' Mrs MDS counts to 10 in her head. Mentally rips up all the invites in her head as well. Loses control of her facial muscles momentarily and sighs. It might have been a snort but ...Remembering it is best to be positive , she says 'Oh well, what a shame' and thinks those 'Marc Jacob shoes will be mine!'



In a fit of generosity she distributes her well organised route to a friend to enjoy with her plus one and looks forward to a night in charge of the remote control with soothing camomile tea.

The moral of the story is there is a very good reason why boots are made for walking especially ones with pointy heels.

Tuesday, 7 September 2010

Why I won't be going to Fashion Night Out

I wrote a Fashion Night Out piece for an on-line 'zine a few months ago and I was really looking forward to it. It was such fun last year why would I not want to schlep around the West End again in search of champagne and canapes. My Liberty Manolo Blahnik pop up shop invite sits at the top of the pile and I really did intend to go for a Chanel manicure in a new limited edition Khaki.However a year on my carefree nature seems a world away. This is the first week of petit garcon going to school. Yes my little baby is now a young school boy! Last week I still thought I'd be hotfooting it out to Liberty, I even began to make arrangements 'to meet'. Then the BBC brought Mad Men forward and so that hits the HD screen at 10pm. I stilled continued to think I'd rush back to sit down and view the new series by 10pm, I couldn't bare not to wait any longer.

But after only two days of taking him to school I cannot bear to leave him even to the capable hands of Mr MDS. I'm too focused on him being completely settled and a proper home from school routine until bed at 7pm.





Forgive me Mr Blahnik and the rest I couldn't possibly leave such a bundle of joy. I'm sure you won't miss me but I would be missing my little boy.