So guess who gets to sashay around fashion week? That's right. They're letting this web-kitten out of her cage. Sure, it's no New York or Paris or Milan. So what if instead of a plane to get there I'm taking a little something I like to call "the TTC" (that's Toronto Transit Commission for the non-T.O. heads)... it's still a hot spot to showcase some of Canada's leading and up-and-coming designers!

So instead of fretting over what to wear, let's peruse my list of what NOT to wear. Afterall. this is going to be quite the learning experience for me.

Let's get political!
Though fur seems to be just too sexy to resist on the catwalk, perhaps throwing on the carcass isn't the way to go. As demonstrated in Paris, skin for skin just should not be in.


Yes, 6 years later and I'm still reeling from it.

Disco out the door!
Didn't you get the memo? Disco died in the 70s (and 90s). So instead of making a fashion show faux pas like a design duo who shall remain nameless, conform with the crowd and be the chic sheep you are - rocking out in 80s wear that would make John Lithgow call for a town meeting (you got the reference, you KNOW what I'm talking about).

Footloose and fancy-free, he is. And you can too!

And finally. Do the Robot... err DON'T Do the Robot!
Word on the street is metallics are in. But remember: there's metallics, then there's METALLICS!!! In my opinion, less is more. I get a little saucy over a cute pair of gold heels and a matching bag but will run for the hills if you come at me dressed like a Cyberman from Doctor Who. That's just how I roll.


Even too much of a good thing can make Cybermen cry.