I'm immensely excited for tomorrow's Fashion Nation's 2nd anniversary/Bloggers meet-up. I've got down with what I'm going to wear, what I'm going to bring, yada yada.
The only thing I haven't get down with is the intimidation that comes with it. Let me admit, I am.
These people are invited to parties, fashion events, movie premieres, guest journalist, guest editorial model, and had sufficient knowledge of the industry to be in it, me thinks. So how can I, this sole-home-blogging, poor site layout, no readers/comments, blog stalking amateur blogger mix well with them. I bet I can't even pronounce "Olivier Theyskens" or "Lanvin" accurately over conversations.
DAMN! I DON'T want to be really sipping on a can of Coke light in one corner of Soon lee's beautiful shop and go home to cry myself to bed, like how I foresee 2 months ago when the meeting's still in liquid state.