I’m going to be straight with you; The Met is for drunken plebbs. It’s where you go when you want to watch semi naked student boys rocking red and yellow body paint throw up all over the grass after crushing a can of Black Label on their heads. It is not glam. In fact, it’s a freakin’ dog show. And now, while accompanied by the ‘scratchy scratchy’ sound whoever does the PR for the Met striking me off their guest list forever, let me tell you why I love the L’Ormarins Queen’s Plate.

Reason One; it’s small and intimate. Reason Two; it attracts a more sophisticated crowd. Reason Three; the super cute model boys say things like ‘So you want to go for sundowners on my friend’s boat?’ as opposed to ‘Hey girl, let’s go binge drink at Rafikis!’ and lastly, Reason Four; you get to show off in a pretty blue and white dress (not a super short cling wrap frock with cut outs a la The Met.)

Anyway, January kind of snuck up on me this year and I ended up leaving finding a dress to the very last minute. I wasn’t too worried though as I had a pretty decent backup rokkie:

Regardless, I popped into YDE yesterday to see if I could find something new and ended up being torn between these two blue dresses. This one…

…and this one:

I ended up buying the blue satin-y number above as blogger bestie Clouds and the style icon that is my dad liked it best. Once I got home, I threw it on and ran over to my other blogger bestie, Karisa, who just so happens to live two doors down from me. Alas, it didn’t crack the nod.

Apparently the material is too ‘mother of the bride’, the style ‘is frumpy and not young enough’ and the cut, when viewed from the side, makes it looks like my boobs are ‘flat and saggy’. After being talked down from wanting to shoot myself in the face, I thanked my lucky stars for brutally honest friends like miss K and ended up settling on a pretty white lace number that you’ll see in my post-event post.

Pity about the blue dress though; I planned to wear it with these gorgeous printed wedges I found at Legit who’ve totally raised their game. That shop used to be a pit of despair yet last night I ended up walking out with two sakkies filled with el cheapo fashion awesomeness.

Anyway, who am I going to see at the Queen’s Plate? If you’ve yet to buy your tickets (they’re R250 a pop), you can do so over here. Trust me, it’s a great day out.

Love, love

Leigh

P.S. Clouds showed me up by writing an awesome post on possible Queen’s Plate outfits over here. Hers is much better than mine and makes my post look like ranty self-idulgent drivel. I kind of hate her a bit at the mo. Karisa and I were actually skinnering about her behind her back last night about how she’s probably organised a Kluk CGDT number on the sly and is going to rock up in a swirl of blue and white splendour that makes our chainstore get ups look sad and tragic.

Oh but don’t you worry… we’ve totes conived to counter this. Think ‘Oh how brave of you Clouds! LOVE how you sacrifice wearing clothes that flatter your figure for the sake of committing to what’s on trend. And we just adoooore you with a little post-Christmas chub in your cute li’l gesiggie…’

Aren’t girl besties just the bestest?!