Last Thursday, I attended the Thomas Sabo annual cocktail party at their store in Mayfair. The high-end jeweller was showcasing its new autumn/winter collection, complete with a DJ and unicorn chair brought in especially for the event.
The cocktails were ridiculously tasty, and annoyingly, hard to figure out exactly what they were. All I know, is that I need to buy some flamingos to put in my drinks. Arriving without a plus one, my anxiety scorched through my body. I was burning; Sahara rays were under me.
Nervousness without a friend
I felt like a school-girl on her first day at a new place. I find it hard to converse with strangers at the best of times, never mind in a crowd full of people chatting together, and music pumping like Ibiza’s Ocean Beach is next door.
Is it me, or has our phone addictions stopped us from interacting with others? Most of the room snapped pictures; no one introducing themselves to anyone who didn’t arrive with them. I’ve attended a number of media events now, and it’s the same kind of thing. The celebrities are fawned over, the high PR and press teams, all swarm together in a hive, and the bloggers go around with their cameras.
It’s the perfect time to network, without anybody really open to. At The Wellness Awards, I did end up talking to a well-known blogger, and I had a great laugh with a photographer who shoots for Forbes magazine. This happened towards the end of the night, perhaps when my tipsy-self managed to pluck courage.
Baby-steps to make changes
10 minutes into my night at Thomas Sabo, and I found myself in a queue. This was to receive a horoscope charm necklace, which I have since fallen in love with. Behind me, the only other person without a plus one. I ended up making conversation and chatted to the senior editor of Capital FM.
Rewind a few years ago, I wouldn’t have attended a party alone. I always need someone to hold my hand and act as a comfort blanket. I’ve never been to the cinema alone; never eaten at a café or restaurant alone. I hardly ever even shop alone. I text my friend to accompany me to our local shops.
It’s funny, I can go online and post myself in near-nudity, and share all my feelings to the world. But walk down a street alone, and I’m scared. I do feel pretty proud of myself that I attended the Thomas Sabo party. In my day-dreams, I’m the kind of woman who casually strolls anywhere without a care in the world. So, there goes my first baby-step.
Thomas Sabo, is one of those beautiful lines of jewellery, that’s accessible. It’s not inexpensive and costume, but it’s also not worth thousands. There are gorgeous, silver pieces to save up for and add to your collection. If you have followed my blog for a while, you’ll probably know I’m not the biggest jewellery fan.
This is one of those places where an exception is made.
How do you feel attending events or going to places alone? Do you think it’s harder to socialise with strangers, now that everyone is so glued to their phones? And are you a fan of Thomas Sabo?