If you told me 3 years ago that I’d be wearing a headpiece, going to the Melbourne Cup, or meeting Mischa Barton, I would have laughed so hard you would have joined me in cacophonous cackles. That’s right, this little blogger has never been to the Melbourne Cup Carnival ever. Nup. Zilch. Nada. I couldn’t count my Irish blessings enough when yesterday I had the opportunity to attend the Race that stops this nation. And Cup Day sure met my expectations! The wind (aka Direct-Service-to-Flemington-train) carried us swiftly (and compactly, sardine style) to the race-grounds and back. Although the rain did fall softly upon my Karen Millen frock, the sun’s warm rays erased their stains. We spent the day celeb-watching in the Irish-themed Emirates marquee (trying to guess their names…man I need to start watching TV), admiring the fantastical outfits ladies donned for Fashion on the Field, and helping reduce waiters’s loads by eating all of the canapés. Oh, and I got to meet Mischa Barton.

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Karen Millen dress / Self-made headband / Goldie Cuff / Vintage Shades. Earrings & Bag / Scooter heels

3 years ago I would have wet myself if I came 1km away from Mischa Barton, and the sun’s warm rays would not have lent their hands… Meeting my teenage-girl-crush (I was on Team Marissa from Day One) and the lady who fuelled my love for fashion face-to-face made me realise one thing: I am so ridiculously blessed. Super thanks to Emily, Georgina and Jess for making this girl’s wildest dreams come true, and hubby, for being the best date/photographer. So Mischa, until we meet again (I’d see you at the Luncheon today but I’m vetting), may God hold you in the palm of His hand.

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