Keep it crossed

I'm crossing my fingers, toes and hair (fishtail plaits count, right?) that some amazing good luck comes my way. I'm in the final for the Grazia blog competition, where the winning prize is a front row ticket to a show next LFW, and £1000 on my-wardrobe.

I can't even explain how much I want to win this or what it would mean to me. If only I could explain the envy I feel when all the other well-known bloggers are getting invites to Fashion Week, whilst I've got to content myself with photos that no where near get across the beauty I know the clothes hold. Winning part of the first round left me in hysterical fits of AHHHHHHHH - I need to call my dad - I need to tell my brother - AHHHHHHHH - so as I said before, there ain't nothing unlocking these fingers and toes tonight.

P.S - I have so much to blog on LFW...Erdem, Christopher Kane, Burberry (though I'm not so happy with that one as everyone else I don't think), but I've had to book an eye test asap as I think too much time spent grazing over everything on fashion all day, has damaged my eyes, hence migraines everyday. So once I've got some fancy glasses, blogging will commence again. Happy days :)