Topshop leather trousers, Dorothy Perkins sheer shirt, vintage cropped jacket, Zara belt and shoes, Mango ring, gold name necklace

I was in London for a grand total of five eye-opening, inspiration-seeking, fabulously-fashionable hours. I sat behind Brix Smith-Start at Aminaka Wilmont with Iris, received outfit compliments from Shini, discussed debating with Sabine, admired Jill’s colour combinations and chatted with a big group of my favourite bloggers, including Gem, Kristabel, Harriet, Winnie, Lily, Victoria and Lucy. I wanted to meet these girls more than I wanted to see the clothes, so the whole trip was worth it after 10 minutes.
But there was more! Like champagne and cupcakes at Orla Kiely, flitting past the queues at Aminaka Wilmont thanks to vitamin water and people-watching in the press lounge. If I had more time I’d have visited MAC for a make-up over and snuck into PPQ. But alas, like Cinderella in leather trousers, I ran (or rather hobbled, after a day walking about in 4in heels) for my train at 7pm.

The Fashion Week Survival Kit – Moleskin, Blackberry, tube ticket, show invite, press pass and Models Own polish in Fuzzy Peach, the colour of LFW. All housed in a Mulberry tote

Holly Fulton and Louise Gray were my two favourite collections from the exhibition

Jewellery displayed on mirrors to create thousands of light-reflecting images – stunning

Scarf installation

Birds, branches and beautiful couture at Orla Kiely

Metallics and rainbow brights

A Lara Bohinc display, also known as I Want All Of This

Models on the runway at Aminaka Wilmont. I love that leather jacket

I promise to be more organised and make it for the duration next season!

PS – It wasn’t all cocktails and canapes though (well actually, there were no cocktails and canapes to be seen – at Fashion Week! I know!) – some of the more unglamorous moments included running for my train at Leeds station screaming ‘WAIT!!’ at the conductor, sitting in the waiting room at Wakefield Kirkgate station ignoring the pointing and laughing (people at Wakefield Kirkgate really aren’t ready for leather trousers), dropping pasta salad on said leather trousers at Liverpool Street tube station (they’re wipe clean, don’t worry) and eating a sausage roll at 8.30pm on the journey home. And that was Fashion Week, darlings!

Topshop jeans, Dorothy Perkins blouse, Topshop blazer via charity shop, Zara heels, Zara Taylor necklace

Well. Um… what can I say?

After my mini-rant yesterday, I was feeling very despondent at the thought of missing out on a blogger meet-up. If you’ve been reading Little Bird for a while, you’ll know designer fashion isn’t really my thing, so the catwalk shows of London Fashion Week don’t particularly thrill me (although the experience of a fashion show is fantastic). But the chance to spend the afternoon chatting with my favourite bloggers was just too good to miss.

I was a woman on a mission, armed with a credit card and thetrainline.com. After an hour of fruitless searching and no movement on that £70 ticket, I marched myself over (virtually, you understand) to Money Saving Expert to see what Martin Lewis had to say. Let’s just say, I <3 Martin Lewis.

I managed to get a return ticket for £25 (!!) from Grand Central Rail who are offering discounted tickets to London from various stations in Yorkshire until 28th Feb. If you’re planning a trip down this month, I recommend you visit this website before all others.

So with travel sorted and a few shows in my schedule thanks to the wonderful people at vitaminwater, I’m on my way and wearing leather pants. Oh yeah, that’s something else I have to tell you. I may have broken my 30 for 30 challenge just a tiny little bit. Only for today though, I promise.

I hope you all have fabulous weekends, whatever you’re up to. After my whirlwind trip to London, I’ll be visiting the post office, the supermarket and my family. I’m such a homebody at heart (despite the leather pants).