I am so happy that my smile is making a dash up my cheeks as if attempting a speedy exit somewhere near my ears. And all because of one letter...
I have finished my first year at the London College of Fashion. After a long final day my friend and I celebrated with an all American feast at a retro diner. Over milkshake cocktails we discussed our first year and our hopes for the future. Yes, we were both happy to have finished our first year. But finishing our first year meant we were closer to finishing our second year, which meant we were closer to finishing our third year which meant we were closer to the daunting prospect of graduation.
In an industry as competitive as the one we have both chosen, we had to admit: it can be a little bit terrifying to say the least.
When I got home I opened my post box to find a letter that is in my opinion quite possibly the best thing ever delivered in the history of the Royal Mail.
It was a letter from Alexandra Shulman, the editor of Vogue, telling me that I am a finalist in the Vogue Talent Contest and have been invited to lunch at Vogue House.
I enter the famous writing competition every year but never in a million years expect anything to come of it. Even now when I look up at the letter hanging proudly on my pin board I can't quite believe it is real, or that the large scrolling signature is really that of the editor of Vogue.
I don't for one minute expect to win the overall prize (incidentally: £1000, a month's paid work experience at Vogue and an accolade so well-recognised that it would be a fairly monumental start to my career). I don't think what I wrote is good enough to win the overall title and I'm sure there will be some amazingly talented people at the finalist's lunch. Besides,thinking about winning is a treacherous route to take. I don't even like to think about how much it would mean to me. So instead I am just incredibly excited. Excited to have got this far and to get the incredible opportunity meet the editors of my favourite magazine and to have lunch behind the doors of Vogue House.
Now for the important decision: what to wear? Above anything I want to wear something that says Libby, which will probably mean a dress, a pair of heels and something red, but beyond that I don't know. But there is one thing I will definitely be wearing. One HUGE smile.