I’ve been having a substantial internal debate about whether or not to post about this, but what it comes down to is that this blog started as documentation of my journey from finance to fashion. It’s not supposed to be a corporate blog, it’s supposed to be a genuine, transparent look at what goes on behind the scenes.
So anyway. I was never the popular kid at school. I used to have this sort of love/hate relationship with birthdays where I loved the idea of parties but hated the disappointment of inviting people who just didn’t show up or would cancel. You’d think this is the sort of thing you grow out of, but fast forward 10 years and I tried to throw an extravagant New Years Eve party complete with gift bags and custom fireworks display… only to have no one but my best friend RSVP.
Now as you all well know, I’m 12 months new to the fashion industry. I completely respect and admire those who’ve worked in the field successfully for many years and I’d love to learn from them. As the sole PR and sales person for Bento, I hate how forced it feels that the only time I talk to many of these people is when I need to sell or pitch them something.
So I came up with an idea called “Breakfast with Bento”.
The thinking behind this plan was that once a month I’d invite a handful of bloggers, writers, stylists, boutique owners, etc. to breakfast. Rather than sell them stuff or try to get them to write about Bento, we’d just get to know each other. You know, networking. Without the wanky small talk charade where you do this funny social dance to try and get something out of each other.
Does that sound reasonable to you? It still sounds like a good idea to me.
The first of these breakfasts was to be held yesterday (Thursday) morning. Invitations went out weeks ago. On Monday this week, I had the perfect group of eight all confirmed. By Tuesday we were down to six. At close of business Wednesday that list had dropped off to four.
Yesterday morning I sat in a beautiful cafe in South Melbourne, having barely slept with nervous excitement, all ready to get to spend time with some people I really admire.
Then I tried hard not to die from embarrassment when only one person showed up. (Again, a thousand thank yous to that person).
I get that things happen and sometimes you can’t be where you need / want to be. I completely understand that. I can’t help, however, but think that what this sort of thing really comes down to is a case of priorities. After all, if I were Karl Largerfeld, I have a hard time imagining this would have happened.
And when you’ve given up your job, a six figure salary and certainty to pursue a dream, it really feels like poo to get all but stood up.