The thing I loved most about the Jenny Packham show is that they were considerate enough to hold it close to Somerset House. I know New York fashion week's spread out, but nothing compares to the nightmare of navigating London Fashion Week (unless you get on the Fashion Bus, though that requires you to at least drive through every show) over cobblestones and taxi stands. Anyway, once I walked through Covent Garden and into the venue, I welcomed the sight of familiar faces, both PRs and Tinsley Mortimer. The man in front of me heard me say my name and turned around to say he loved Fashionista, but..."You can't read my handwriting?" I guessed. "Well, yeah," he said. "Sorry about that," I answered, and then the show started and it was sparkly. As if the diamonds on the dresses and the shoes and the everything weren't enough, the girls were wrapped in Tiffany blue bows and dripping in jewelry. That hair though, was fantastic.