IMATs: Makeup, Wheelchairs and Bloggers. Oh My!
As you may have guessed from the title I went to IMATs London this Saturday.
I'm sorry, I just want to take a moment and bask in that statement. I went to IMATs. ME - the chronically ill chick who has to use a wheelchair which she can't push - went to IMATs in London, which boils down to a loud, busy room full of makeup people, a 4hr drive away from home.
And it was incredible. The best single day I think I have ever had, and something that never would have happened if I hadn't gotten sick. Weird.
Anyway, this post isn't about me getting misty eyed and saying amazing over and over again until you are screaming, "And?!?" at the screen, it's about my experience, what the disability access was like and - more importantly - what I bought.
I'm sorry, I just want to take a moment and bask in that statement. I went to IMATs. ME - the chronically ill chick who has to use a wheelchair which she can't push - went to IMATs in London, which boils down to a loud, busy room full of makeup people, a 4hr drive away from home.
Please excuse photo quality, they were taken on my little camera which isn't very good |
And it was incredible. The best single day I think I have ever had, and something that never would have happened if I hadn't gotten sick. Weird.
Anyway, this post isn't about me getting misty eyed and saying amazing over and over again until you are screaming, "And?!?" at the screen, it's about my experience, what the disability access was like and - more importantly - what I bought.