I met up with a couple of Welly fashionista ex-pats last night who have just had a quick trip around NZ. They confirmed for me Wellington’s status as The Style Capital. This is not about bias as Mickey and Ra of MisteR fame don’t live here anymore. It is simply an observation.

It was such a gorgeous afternoon today that my boss gave me the afternoon off. That my boss is me doesn’t make a free afternoon any less special.

The prospect of jetting off to Auckland for a one on one interview with an international fashion megastar such as Collette Dinnigan is an exciting thing to wake up to on a wet and windy Wednesday morning. Deciding what to wear is the daunting part because it only takes one mistakenly hideous outfit to make a bad first impression.

It is always good for me to eat a slice of humble pie. I had a particularly delicious piece yesterday – involving a stunning red velvet bias cut 1930’s dress - that had me laughing out loud at myself in a downtown fitting room.