I toyed around with the idea of attending Bravo Bravo this year until about 5 hours before the doors opened. There was no denying I wanted to be there. However, as I discipline myself to regain my financial freedom, this event looked out of the question. I was preparing to move, paying down debt and focusing on spending less. So a ticket for $140 was simply out if the question! Until I put my thinking cap on to factor that as my only cost for an evening to get out & circulate my cards around to gain some exposure.
This is a huge event! I needed to look the part. Diving into my closet presented many options because we (I say we because my conscious & impulsive minds were literally at battle) could NOT buy anything because we have the ticket. Through a shuffled, unedited, private episode of What Not To Wear. The winner was a vintage 50s silk robin’s egg blue dress, rhinestone Vince Camuto heels & edgy bag for drama. Winner winner lamb chop dinner. What was going to happen with my hair? It was a simple answer. Nothing! The focus of the evening would be the dress. Tonight was the night the rest of society would be introduced to my hair in it’s natural kinky state. Makeup was a no brainer – keep it soft. I was ready for the night.
My escorts this year were Erica & Jodi. After using my FREE PARKING pass and catching the tram to the venue, the night was under way. Food, drinks and laughs created the perfect atmosphere to work on my networking skills. We laughed together – great but if you asked me what I did, uh oh! I’m the owner of Sleeping Beauty Hair Garments, that’s my new answer! I had arrived and it was time for me introduce myself to the world formally. This is who I am, not just the lady working for the giant corporation.
After tasting food, sampling drinks and catching up with old acquaintances I journeyed back to my vehicle. Feeling one with the night I cruised up Woodward Ave in my vintage dress talking to a homeless man (who seemed to be more informed on current events than I was). I shot a text to my love to inform him of the adventure and enjoyed this gentleman’s company and conversation. As much as I wanted to take a picture of him my decency halted me. Nobody wants to be recognized worldwide as a homeless man. As we neared my vehicle, I bid him goodnight and passed him a token for his time. Here are the captured smiles and friends of the evening.
Another successful year for the arts and charity! I’ve already been thinking about next year which may bring forth a surprise escort. Tell me what you thought of my look. Keep on smiling! 🙂