CPH Fashion Week is here. Day 2 is running fast and I miss out on it all being at home taking care of my son. I went to Prags Boulevard 80 with my baby stroller wearing my dirty, black Nike Huarache and without make up. I wanted a second beginning of today with the kind of glamour that can only be found in the promise of a glass of champagne served alongside a light breakfast (I had been up for three hours and had not had anything to eat - I had been way to busy taking care of my baby boy and my dog). But at Prags Boulevard 80 the door seemed black and guarded and the place did not feel safe for me. So I simply ran away with my stroller and bought a fashion magazine on the way home to ease my pain. “Face it Sanne Liv you cannot take a baby and a stroller and your morning-no-make-up-face and dusty trainers to this Dyrberg/Kern event”. So now I am back home with my magazine reading about the amazing Maria Gerhardt and her latest poetry actually taking place in the same neigborhood I just ran through. And suddenly I get inspired and finds the time to write a little memory.