❤ emma charlotte

✩ thursday was the day of the final bunny casting! my aussie girlfriend leah arrived on the same day for an overnight visit on her way to paris, and it was lovely to see her again! she needed a gown for a ball and the dress i'd ordered last minute online for my bunny-casting had arrived big, baggy and saggy so i was very keen to accompany leah on a shopping spree down oxford street.

almost directly after leaving the house, the high heel snapped off one of my boots (previously believed to be chloe, but obviously not!) and as i hopped along through the crowds on oxford circus with one flat and one high-heeled boot, i wondered that my morning of small mishaps might be some sort of omen and that perhaps if i'd been superstitious and checked one of those chinese daily fortune almanacs it would have told me that the stars were not in alignment for my good fortune that day.... ahh, would i have similar bad luck with the bunny casting??! ...with the clock ticking til bunny time, my nerves began fraying at the edges and it took all my energy to not break down in a panic attack!

after rampaging all the dress shops along oxford and regent streets, leah finally found a stunning black gown and i a gorgeous little black mini frock, perfect for winning friends and influencing people...(fingers crossed)

back at home i got ready in record time, with the help of a hot iron and a straight shot of gin and i was off to the party in leicester square feeling ready to knock em dead. 50 pretty little potential bunnies and i gathered in the casino bar and tammy the mother bunny gave us a little speech of encouragement before we hit that cocktail bar to charm the socks of those 10 bosses. there was such high energy in the room that the entire 2 hours seem like one big blur now...

all i remember is feeling like a shark, in a sea of sharks, attacking those bosses, ripping them to shreds, cutting in on each other to savage the remains of their bloody corpses, grinning faces smeared with flesh, eyes wild with the thrill of the massacre. i dont know if i got through... there was some stiff competition... lovely bubbly creatures, cutesy blonde bombshells, amazonian models, latin beauties, some killer personalities, lots of very good sharks....

this time i'm not going to count my chickens. i was emailed by house of grazia on friday, who apologised that i hadn't made it through the final cut for the tv show, and though they'd loved me in the office, the TV channel decided in the end that my story didn't tie in with the other girls stories. obviously since i'd been led to believe i was through, that email felt like a fist grabbing my heart out of my chest. i was on the brink of tears all night at work, and only brought out of my misery by the exciting news that my most adored cousin donna had given birth to a baby girl!! from a gloomy depression i was lifted up to an ecstatic high, and all of a sudden i didn't care at all about tv shows, chloe boots or even bunnies...
welcome to the world emma charlotte!
xxx