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Ya’ll come back now ya hear

Friends who had been to Tennessee told me that Nashville is all about music, boots and beer.  Having now experienced the south for myself I have to say that Nashville is absolutely all about music, boots and beer.

From the moment I walked down this honkey tonk town I had a grin from ear to ear.   It was only 10 am and already Tootsies was going off and with an inquisitive crowd gathering on the sidewalk to get in.  And every other bar was just the same.

A walk down Nashville’s Broadway takes you on a door to door pub crawl with live music belting a tune from every single bar.  Multiple stories host multiple bands.  The music confusion starts from the top of 5th avenue but as you progress down the hill you start to choose to which bar you are headed.

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It may only be breakfast time but regardless, people are singing, dancing and drinking up and down, in and around, even peddling bars through the streets.  After all, it’s 5pm somewhere.

My first impression wasn’t that overwhelming but unbeknown to me at this stage no one else was awake yet.  Other than those already (or perhaps still) in the bars.  A few hours later however, I was completely overwhelmed.

The first place I wandered into in Downtown Nashville was not a bar (believe it or not), it was The Corrin Bros. Hat Shop.  A scrumptious, authentic, stylish hat shop; primarily supplying men’s hats but with an atmosphere to attract all.  There is something very antique about a hat shop.  Memorabilila adorns the walls and the smells of leather and felt sooth the senses and the soul.

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Nashville is full of history and memorabilia honouring musicians and the music and movements they created.  Country music particularly is everywhere, even coming from speakers on the sidewalks and buskers on the street.

Whist I was happy to throw cash into the guitar case of a busker I have to admit I was uncomfortable with the amount of beggars in the streets; this was the case in  NYC too.   They sit on the pavement with their head down, holding a cup and a sign asking for money.  One such sign held by a woman in Nashville saying she was pregnant and broke was later spotted being held by a significant other woman, which didn’t make the beggars anywhere near as authentic as the boots.

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The performers in the bars, however are all trying to make it the right way in Nashville.  Their job is to bring people to the bar and keep them there.  The singer makes money from the tips and the bar makes money from the beers.  Everyone is a winner and happy in Nashville.

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I also came across another style of money making in Nashville.  The male and female bathroom attendant has everything they can think of that you might possibly need from perfume to lollipops.  I was taken completely unaware when I came out of the toilet and this woman held me up with a pump soap.

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When in Nashville you’ve got to see a concert and I went to the Bridgestone Arena to see Blake Shelton.  Bridgestone holds 20,000 people which is more than the census population of Broome.  I was so overwhelmed at the crowd and in awe of the performance that I had to have a beer or three.  With beers this size you can’t have too many more.

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As well as the music and the boots it’s all about drinking in Nashville and Blake, like all the bar performers hollared to the crowd to hold up our drinks, just to make sure everyone is drinking.  Hmmm … music, boots and compulsory beer drinking – I took a liking to Nashville Tennessee.

The Blake concert too, was nothing short of magnificent.

In NYC on the Sex and the City tour I met up with some women from Victoria, one of whom was going to be in Nashville the same time as me, so of course we ran into each other in the street.  I didn’t recognise Jodi at first who was sporting a new NYC hair do but I was thrilled that Jodi spotted me.  It was great to catch up with Stuart and Jodi for a few beers and corn cakes.

Travelling on your own has its definite advantages but it’s great to have someone to catch up with too and it’s always wonderful to meet new people.  Of course they have a friend that lives in Broome.

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In one of the many boot shops in Nashville I came across a stunning collection of antique ladies hats.  This was the most beautiful find and one unfortunately I was not allowed to photograph.  The hats were purchased by the shop owner from a deceased estate and were for sale for $100 US each.  They were beautiful. All so small they wouldn’t fit a single head that I have measured, though.  So I soaked up their beauty and headed my boot scootin way.

If you love music and boots, whiskey and beer then you will love Nashville Tennessee.

This down-under milliner took a great liking to the place that is most certainly all about the music, boots, HATS and beer.

Ya’ll keep smiling now, ya hear.

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New York Fashion Week – balancing life in heels

I arrived so early to the first Fashion Week event that I spent the next hour balancing in my new heels on the sidewalk outside. I wasn’t the first to arrive but I was the second. The first was a woman who was representing her sister, Joyarte Jewelry Couture, a texan jewellery designer who’s jewellery was being worn in the show today. We were both ridiculously excited and early.

My new friend Melba and her sister Jessica arrived soon after. It was their first invitation to a Fashion Week event too and we were like little school girls, taking our pictures out the front and trying for a glance as organisers set up inside.

Being this early and starting the line you would imagine we’d be first into the show but the Aussie Milliner was once again on the wrong side of the entry door (story of my U.S. life). As they gestured everyone to form a line on the other side of the entry this made us practically last in line for the show.
I was balancing from sore foot to foot in my new heels when it dawned upon me that the term ‘fashionably late’ came from the fashion industry. Our 2pm show that we were told to arrive at by 1.30pm was now half an hour late but at least the line was moving, even though we were at the end of it.

The fashionable Gregory was prancing up and down the line separating the VIP’s from the rest when he asked Melba who we were with. When she told him (I had no idea of course) his response was ‘why on earth didn’t you say’ as he parted the crowd and whisked us inside to our fabulous VIP seats.

We were at the ‘Designer’s Collective’, showcasing the work of eight new designers. The atmosphere was so exciting. The lights dimmed, the chatter stopped and the music started the show. The first model on the runway was a male, an attractive, very toned and near naked male. Oh how I love fashion.

One after one the models strut the runway, the fashion was awesome, the models were amazing, the atmosphere was electric. Everyone was at the same party – smiling (except the models, who don’t smile), oohing and ahhing at the show. It was such a buzz.

Each designer would appear with their models after their last piece was shown, some were given a standing applause, cameras flashed, cheers rose and we were in a world of buzz and hype.

The lights dimmed as a surprise was announced. We sat in waiting until they arrived – children, little completely made up bambino models with pouts and struts like their idols, showing the cutest of cute children’s clothing. The crowd was in awe as these kids walked the walk with emotionless faces – it was like something you’ve never imagined nor seen. Beautiful yet slightly disturbing.

Then as quick as the show started, it was over. After all that waiting and build up, heel shuffling, excitement and hype – it’s all over – just like that. So we grab our gift packs and go.

Outside, back on the pavement Melba, Jess and I make meet up plans for the next show that was in four hours time. We went our own ways and as I sat in the taxi and the in-cab video advertised New York Fashion week I had the biggest smile on my face – I had just attended my first New York Fashion Week show and hilariously, unknowingly as a VIP.

After thinking it impossible to get to a show I had managed to get tickets to two, as a VIP to both. However, realistically, given they are invitation only, I think most people at these shows are VIP.

For the evening event we were a little more local and prepared. We arrived slightly later and went to the other side of the door for the line. We signalled Gregory as soon as we could catch his eye and in the same heels but in less pain, I was at the Carlos Alberto Haute Couture fashion show.

This event was sponsored by Moet and Chandon champagne and Fou-dre’ vodka (how perfect).

As we entered the crowded room full of fashionistas we grabbed a glass of very good bubbles and made way to our seats. After strategically placing our belongings on our chairs I didn’t know which way to turn. The music was pumping, guests were grooving and the Helen Mills Event Space was alive and happening.

I was standing there with the biggest smile on my face, in my new Ralph Lauren dress, with bubbles in hand when I was gestured to the black carpet for a pic. This was one of those moments when you wish you had Jemma from Bohemia for Hair with you. I had the new dress, italian shoes and Diane von Furstenberg clutch and the Flicca makeup and hair! Cameras were clicking and I was panicking with no idea which way to look or turn. Then it was thumbs up, hugs on my way off and my moment of stardom was done.

Completely overwhelmed and now having lost Melba and Jessica in the crowd I made my way back to my seat, which had now been taken and my belongings moved alongside. At this stage I really had no idea what to do. The fashionista was vague in response to my polite mention, with my seat number in hand that this was in fact my chair. I hadn’t come this far to give it up. So she assumed the next seat on and I swiftly moved in.

The show start was fashionably late but I wasn’t getting up and was firmly planted in my chair. The magnificent Melba realised the situation and grabbed for me my next glass of bubbles, bless her and a few seats down from me Melba and Jess took their seats.

The Carlos Alberto show was magnificent. The clothes, the models, the atmosphere and again, the children (I am going to need some minnie hat models for my next show) … it was all absolutely amazing. Before and after the show the DJ has the crowd groving their moves, everyone is dancing. The DJ plays such an important role in these events, keeping guests occupied before and after the show and of course, keeping the models moving when it’s lights on.

I have learnt some tips that you will see in my next parades and shows and been reassured that what I see as imperative, including the professionalism of models and honour of having DJ Rosco entertain my crowds, is on track and so very important. As I sip my bubbles amongst the fashion week crowd I’m euphoric, thankful and proud.

When I boarded the plane in Broome I thought my dream of attending a New York Fashion week event was so much less than likely. Yet, here I am in New York City still revelling from attending two shows. I love life.

As for how I came across those two tickets to Fashion Week, well, that story comes with bubbles and a catch up on my return. As you know, though, it includes taking time for a chat, to smile, be nice and treat others how you would like to be treated and above all, its a massive thank you to Collette, Melba and the Lion King.

Enjoy the pics.  x f

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Hold on to your Big Apple hats …

With only two more sleeps before the Big Apple adventure there is so much to do, bags to pack (with what I have no idea), lists to tick (that simply aren’t getting ticked) and Kimberley gifts to wrap (the most pleasurable task of all).

So, with all this brimming pressure it goes without saying that the most sensible thing to do this afternoon was to get a pedicure, Big apple red, none the less.
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Now I’m ready to pack.

It’s hard to believe the U.S. adventure is almost here.  The Hats by Felicity year has been so incredibly busy with our fashion shoot, parade at the races, creating  headwear and stamina for 11 Broome race meetings, including Broome Ladies Day and Cup Day and now it seems, we’re off to New York!

It’s been many years since this milliner has been on the overseas move and to say the excitement is bursting the champagne glass would be an understatement.  September is Fashion Week in NYC so I figure why not don your best hat and stalk the show.

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It won’t be all about New York, however.  Celebrity guest appearances will also be made in San Francisco, Nashville and Texas, so when I say hold on to your hats I really mean it’s going to be all about the hats.  Big hats!

For now, though, it’s all about the packing and getting this Milliner on the move.

I’m clicking my Dorothy heels and Big Apple red toes and all going accordingly, will be landing in San Francisco oh so very soon.

Welcome to the show!

Cheers, x F