In the light of this morning's blog post I'm going to relay a story.

I went to an extremely snazzy couture fashion show last week. It was on the water and just breathtakingly beautiful. (Seattle is a very pretty city!) Saw all the biggest names in fashion come down the runway debuting their Fall collections. It was killer stunning and I enjoyed every second of it as tired as I was.

The guests there were THE fashion conscious of Seattle and customers who will purchase the pieces that came gliding down the runway. There were thousands at the show and it was quite the fab people watching place!

I saw one other lady wear flats, and the rest of the lovely ladies were wearing gorgeous high heels or very high heels. The men were in flats - and so was I. I was one of the boys!
I had come straight from a NAS preselection appointment with clients and was wearing animal print slipper flats (have to be comfortable when you race around for 12 hours with clients) - along with black silky harem pants, fitted cropped ink blue blazer and neon clutch.

Although I was a foot shorter than most that evening, I felt that my outfit was unique because of the flats. I did not wish I was wearing my heels in order to look more fashionable. I was just so very happy to have happy feet and soak up the glorious couture! And be able to do another full day of preselections with clients the next day with feet that felt fab.

It's liberating and FUN to make a look your own. This feeling cuts to the core of why style is so very different to fashion.