Charleston Fashion Week

Charleston Fashion Week is as, the title states, a week of nothing but fashion! I attended the Friday night show with a few of my gal pals. The week was sponsored by the Art Institute and was located in the heart of Charleston, Marion Square. Underneath the crisp white tents hundreds of people gathered to see the epitome of fashion.

Once Lindsey, Katie, Darcel and I got our great seats (two rows behind the reserved seating) we decided to meander around the main tent and get our drinks. With drinks in hand, we took our fancy shoes over to the accessories lounge were we were able to hob knob with other fashionistas about great jewelry and handbags. I even was asked who designed my "adorable shoes". To which I responded, "Mossimo" (I bought them at Target). After perusing the accessories lounge we decided to grace the red carpet with our hotness (as Katie called it). We even ran into another pal, Danielle and her friends.

Once we had seen and been seen, we grabbed another round of drinks and headed to our seats, I got a Kir Royal (Champagne and Creme de Cassis). The fashion show began at 7:05 and was opened by the boutique, Teal. (Incidentally Teal is owned by a fellow Air Force spouse, Jessica, who is good friends with Katie.) Other boutiques featured were iheart, V2V, Mary MoJos, Bitton and Gwynn's. The evening wrapped up with the fashion editor of Charleston Magazine and a previous Project Runway contestant, thanking us for coming, etc. It was "fierce" and what a way to spend girl's night!

Afterwards the four of us headed to dinner at Coast where we ran into Danielle and her ladies and Jessica. The food as usual was wonderful and exactly what we needed to revive us for more socializing. Katie and Darcel made their exits and Lindsey and I strutted to Chai's were we met up with Danielle, her friends and Taryn.

It was a full night but something I'm very glad I finally did. The odds of B and me living in an area where there are yearly fashion shows are pretty slim. So why not take one night to dress up and feel like a fashion guru?

**UPDATE: So I wasn't going to mention this in the original blog post, but since I've been noted for my antics I thought I'd better include it! During one of the intermissions I, along with at least 20 of my closest girlfriends, was waiting in line to use the restroom. Getting antsy; I thought out loud, "I'll go to the men's room if someone else will go with me." I had a taker and she and I ran hand and hand, like we'd known each other for years (guys it's hard to explain why, but women bond in the bathroom), and sauntered into the men's room. A few were taken by surprise and others just went with it. Don't worry I kept my eyes averted and stayed in my stall until I was done. And when I finished I thanked the boys for their hospitality. So there it is, yet again, I pull a "Michelle"**