Earlier this week, I somehow found myself in the same room as model Elettra Wiedemann, founder of Goodness lounge, face of Lancôme, student at the London School of Economics, and grand-daughter of the legendary Ingrid Bergman.
No big deal.
What was someone like me, a mere slip of a girl from a small town in Kansas, doing at Fashion Week--- a place typically reserved for rich old fashionistas and ridiculously young bloggers--- let alone hobnobbing with the likes of Elettra and Chef Alain Allegretti?
