“I was so nervous about tonight,” she said breathlessly, hands planted on my shoulders. “And I’m so nervous about what you’re going to write! Please write something nice about it!”
“No,” I replied childishly. “Shan’t. It’s been rubbish and everyone hated it, so I’ve got nothing good to say whatsoever.”
We laughed, giddily, exhaustedly and said goodbye, but I could tell from the look in her eyes that she genuinely didn’t know what I would say about such a phantasmagorical evening. In fact, at that point I had no idea how I was going to transfer what had been an absolute sensory delight into a literary account.
With my wingman tucked up in bed boozily snoring, I would later creep to the window of our room in the Malmaison and stare across the river. It was clear the party was still going from the flashing lights, hum of music and very occasional uncontrollable laughter. I sat on the floor with my chin perched on the windowsill, trying to work out how best to adequately describe the vast amount of people I’d met, the conversations I’d had and the action I’d witnessed.
As my feet began to go numb with the cold I crawled back into bed and drowsily disappeared into my subconscious, where all the best ideas hide, waiting to be found…
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I was pleased as punch that Annabel chose to blog my whole report on Love My Dress yesterday. The images that she chose to accompany my words are beautiful, so please do make sure you go and look, read, indulge and savour it all. For those of you who are perhaps on really slow to load computers at work and don’t want the boss to see what you’re up to, you can click below for a friendly pdf version that will look uncannily like an important document to the untrained eye.