After faithfully logging every day of our four month ‘megamoon’ last year, the return to reality has left me with a blog-shaped hole in my life (not to mention a holiday-shaped hole). Already keen to continue writing, on Saturday I had the good fortune to meet a fun and feisty group of female bloggers, and, on the same day, received an email from my ‘techie’ (as she likes to be known) aunty(she does internet), lamenting the demise of the travel blog. Clearly, the stars have aligned and writing a blog is part of my greater purpose. It’s hard to know at this stage what shape it will take, but it will be loosely focused on my work as a Colour Me Beautiful consultant with lots of stories and titbits.
So it is with great excitement, after a six month pause, that I am back in business! The year started with a bang as I was invited to Special K’s pop-up stand in Westfield where they were launching their 2013 campaign. Special K had invited ten VIPs along for a pampering experience, concluding with their photos being displayed on Westfield ’s billboards. My job was to provide mini colour analyses. I had been imagining the VIPs would be executives from the cereal world so was delighted to find that they were actually the aforementioned bloggers, although I can’t pretend it wasn’t daunting giving advice to this group of such confident women.
Still, they all seemed fascinated by the way their colours enhanced their looks and even the fashion bloggers who have to be open to wearing anything couldn’t deny, when I demonstrated, that there were certain colours that could make or break their look. And English Mum and Jayne’s Kitchen even wrote up their colour analysis experience in their blogs!
Anyway it was a great fun day with only two slight drawbacks:
- The fact that this was an ‘event’ and my other job is as an event organiser. I had to virtually sit on myself to stop myself from giving the PR team ‘helpful tips’ and gasping in horror when they realised they only had eight plates for breakfast for ten.
- My shoes. I knew they were painful but I thought for a couple of hours standing in the same place I’d be fine. Totally hadn’t bargained for the toe crippling, bunion crunching agony of walking a mile across Westfield after three hours on my feet to find the storage unit which contained the holy grail – my flat boots.