It’s nearly 11pm and it’s not Melbourne Spring Fashion Week. What am I doing blogging, you might ask?

Well, besides the fact that although the blog is looking rather pretty lately with all the photos I have posted in the last week, I haven’t been able to write much general blog happenings since life took over.

And by life, I mean Melbourne Spring Fashion Week.You have seen all the pictures, hopefully read the reviews I penned for Onya Magazine and now are probably a bit over fashion week? I know I am tired. A bit lethargic. And of course, totally broke and not able to afford any of the treasures that paraded the catwalk last week.

What’s a girl to do? Well, tonight I went to Fashion Business Chics, an informal gathering of girls (ladies, women) that have an interest in the fashion industry. Photographers, designers, retailers, bloggers, stylists – anyone who knows the difference between Chanel and the Channel.

And that is why I am writing at 11pm. Because these women (girls, ladies) inspire me. They encourage me to be my best, to follow my dreams, to pursue my passion. They don’t let me talk myself down, they share stories of their own and they laugh at my jokes.

They make me feel like I can succeed at anything I try, that there is more out there and that I deserve to achieve it.

I have not known these ladies (girls, women) long – some just a week, others only a year, one I just met tonight – but they seem to know me better than people I have known nearly my whole life. They understand. They get it.

I want to thank them for words of wisdom, support and sisterhood. For smiles, cups of tea and beautifully written postcards. For random gifts, invites and tweets. To all my fashion friends, from tonight, last week and the past year – Thank You.