While most of you were nursing your hangovers, coming back from church or having Sunday brunch; I was at the Inanda Club perving over Polo jocks, quaffing champagne and mingling with Joburg’s rich, famous and beautiful people.

I must admit that I felt slightly self conscious as I arrived for the event. I’d never been to a Polo match before so I wasn’t sure about what to wear- it’s not as formal as the Met or as theatrical as the July. And even though sun was out, the seasons are slowly changing.

After chatting to some Fashion Editors and Polo enthusiasts I realised that dressing for this elitist sport is about quietly elegant clothes that make a statement without shouting.

I’m not quite sure I made the cut but I was consoled by some of the celebrity attendees who looked less glamorous and sophisticated than me.