
It's a tale as old as time: a wedding invitation, a looming event, and absolutely nothing to wear.
It was Monday morning, and I had to attend a wedding on Saturday. Well, not to toot my own horn, but I wasn't just attending — I was also the MC and the celebrant. If there was ever an occasion to have pre-planned an absolutely killer outfit, it was this wedding.
Except, of course, I hadn't planned anything. Between work, parenting, and preparing for my role in the wedding, I had nothing going on in the wardrobe department. Less than a week out, I was in danger of missing the online shopping delivery window altogether, and staring down the barrel of attending the wedding in my pajamas if I couldn't get my sh*t together.
Which is how I found myself at 11am on a Monday, wandering Pitt St Mall and, if we're being honest, panicking.
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After an aborted attempt at David Jones, totally overwhelmed at the prospect of choosing between 100,000 dresses, I walked into Sheike, bringing an energy I can only describe as "cornered rabbit about to be eaten by a fox."