It's the day after and I'm sore, tired and feel extremely proud and accomplished.
I don't get to say that often. I'm normally such a disappointment to myself, I find I'm always the hardest on myself, I'm sure you guys are the same. Maybe it's time we give ourselves a bit of a break?
I chose to wear a Cutie vintage inspired classic skirt with a simple black body, black tights for modesty and little black wedged shoes (killer shoes they've now been renamed)
Sorry about the pictures, I quite obviously was a bit umm.... nervous, sick, panic induced at this stage so couldn't actually stand still for pictures.
Got in the car and had to do the whole breathing deeply thing so as not to vomit. My twitter chums kept me right though, special thanks to Big Fashionista who told me to listen to a kick ass tune to get my game face in place... I think it worked....
I made it! My Mum took me up to The Waterfront for The Alternative Wedding Fair. I snapped pictures and I took notes all in preparation for the round up post on The QW. And I did. I even managed to chat to a few exhibitors, albeit not many but I battled through my social awkwardness alright. I stayed 1 hour! 1 whole hour! I was so pleased! Especially considering it was SO busy!!
Busy busy busy! There were 88 exhibitors in the end and over 1,500 people walked through the doors of The Waterfront :O
It was such an experience. I wouldn't rush to do it again today, in fact it's another ''not leaving the house day'' but I'm chatting it through with those relevant and whilst ok I am not at a point where I can just head out of the house and honestly if someone had invited me to another event, I'm not there yet. I'm so so glad I attended the fair because Quirky Weddings put their faith in me and I wanted, more than anything, to be there to show support to the girls. It was important for me to do that. They put their business blog in the hands of someone who can't make it out into the big bad world too often and they did so with complete trust. The least I could do was push myself and show my back bone.
I had to go to see the blog I write emblazoned on a banner hanging across the top of the staircase in The Waterfront. Very emotional moment. So it's not quite my name in lights... but it's not far off ;)
Considering I hadn't eaten a thing in the morning, we needed to find sustenance... so my Mum and I headed on a wee adventure (not too far mind) as she thought she saw a McDonalds (she didn't) but onwards I hobbled (at this stage the shoes were off).
Guess where we ended up?
Here's the thing. My twitter TL is forever flaunting their burritos in my face. In the triangle area there is little to no catering for those of us who love Mexican Food. Lee and I have been promising ourselves for nearly a year now that one day we'd travel to Belfast to pick up a Boojum. Well, completely by accident, my mum and I spotted the Chichester Street outlet yesterday and when I let out a wee squeee and did a wee dance my lovely Mum saw fit to indulge our desires in this case.
A fitting reward for a truly outstanding and life defining day. I pondered where and when or if I will debut again over ALL THE NOM!!!
I already know what I'm getting next time. I think popping your Boojum Cherry is a bit like well.... y'know. The second time is always better as you've more an idea of what you want.
As for the fair? Just wow really. It was amazing. I wonder if Lee would be up for a vow renewal.....