Day two and my mini free toiletries count is up to three. Oh yeah, this bitch is going to be ball'in next vacation with all my mini shampoos and conditioners. I was gifted a ticket for the Micalla show (see above)- and got a sweet seat in the front row. Hopefully the person behind me could see around my hair; I don't want any Tavi-bow backlash (google it). Micalla was my first jewelry runway show. My M.F.W partner in crime and I had obviously taken the short bus to the show because we both didn't realize until about three models in (wearing identical black bodyshapers/pencil skirts/pumps) that it was only accessories. The show began with a vocalist belting out an old school crooner love song. After which a steady procession of Veronica Lake-esque models strutted out with red rhinestoned lips (like Dorothy's ruby slippers) worked their multi-strand necklaces. There is this trend towards over-sized chest ornament necklaces that wrap around the shoulders. Hugely impractical for arm wrestlers, sign language teachers and vogue dancers but striking on the runway nonetheless.
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