Hi guys!
So two weekends ago, I attended day 2 of the Gtbank fshion wknd with the bestie (who basically dragged me there in my opinion) and this is what I wore:
So two weekends ago, I attended day 2 of the Gtbank fshion wknd with the bestie (who basically dragged me there in my opinion) and this is what I wore:
I've been loving neutral outfits these days, it's just sad that I have way too many dark clothes to pull off this trend often.
On to the recap, there is no recap. What I have, is a story:
Lately, I've been a housie. Or homie?
Why did I just type lately? I've always preferred staying home to going anywhere (unless there's food involved ofcourse). It's part of the reason I didn't attend Lagos Fashion and Design week, I've been getting JOMO vibes. As in the "Joy Of Missing Out".
Anyways, the bestie and I agreed to meet there, saying we'd leave our houses by 3pm since the event would start by 7pm or so. By three, while laying on my bed, I was already convinced I was going nowhere and was already typing this message "Nah fam. Don't think I'll be making it." when she sent a message promptly informing me that she was already made up and I should get up, dress up and leave my house.
I almost got lost (again) but Seyi (the bestie) to the rescue. I really need to switch to team Uber but their prices are just too high. I could spend that money on clothes and shoes, ypu know?
So we got there and I saw a lot of people I knew which made for a better experience than sulking in a corner. A far cry from last year, I tell you.
So we got there and I saw a lot of people I knew which made for a better experience than sulking in a corner. A far cry from last year, I tell you.
We took pictures of our outfits, chatted with people we bumped into then decided to go inside since the show was about to start. Then...
We walked into the building and we saw a line. Like, a really long line. We were confused so we decided to ask someone (hey Cassie!) What was going on and we found that it was the line to actually enter the show. Nuh uh.
I decided I wasn't waiting and Seyi said she wanted to leave but insisted we should walk around first. 10 minutes later, I was bored and craving my bed more by the second. Seyi had also had enough so we decided to leave.
The next day, I saw pictures of how epic the show was and awesome reviews of the show. Sigh. Is it weird that I feel not an ounce of regret that I left?
Probably.
And that Ladies and gentlemen, is How To (Not) Attend a Fashion Show.
Thoughts on this story? Am I the only one feeling all "JOMO"?
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