In the name of fashion

This Saturday, a momentous fashion event is occuring in London. It has been blogged about on grand blogger Susie Bubble's blog, so there is no need for me to repeat it; any one of you living in London and reading this blog right now will doubtless already know. But if you're living in a hole somewhere in the UK's capital, with internet access only to my teeny tiny blog (plausible, right?), here's the link: Angels Big Vintage Sale.

To reiterate this event's amazingness:

• It's cheap
• It's on a weekend
• It's high-quality vintage
• It's in London
• It's costumes from famous costumiers
• It's amazing!
  

Sounds like a no-brainer, right? But it's also in Wembley (i.e. not local). You can't take bags or mobile phones. It's from 9-5 and I have commitments from 10:30 to 11:30 and 2-6. I can shift the morning commitment an hour earlier meaning that I have from 10:30 to 2 to get there, shop and get back. It's tight. Then there's the fact that my times don't co-ordinate with my friends, so it would probably mean travelling and shopping alone. Plus I'm never the best vintage finder and chances are I'll either spend £20 in a fit of generosity and end up with a medium sized bag of junk I'll never wear again, or spend £10 on a small bag and then see the most beautiful pouffy vintage dress without which my life will never be complete. So I'll go home with a pile of beautiful and useless damaged jewellery. And did I mention that the whole of London will be there? No, I am not exaggerating.

But... but... but...

How AMAZING does it sound?





After a while, I started realising that it all comes down to: how far will I go in the name of fashion? How far would YOU go?