The girl with the most cake

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Hai, hello, welcome!

So this is what I look like now, moody teenager that I am

I’ve just returned to the world of unemployment and what a strange feeling it is. After a hectic year I’m taking a welcome break this week to recharge and refresh (read: drool over fashion week photos, eating too much nutella, watching films and prancing around my apartment in fancy clothes) and prepare myself for my next adventure.

As this year has seen me working in my first serious job where fashion was not involved, I’ve had some time to think about my own style and relationship with fashion and how it’s evolved over the years. I was struck while oogling NYFW coverage with my go-to style. I am always drawn to the fantastical, somewhat tailored and let’s face it, childish side of dressing.

Case in point: Alice + Olivia was the greatest presentation I have ever seen. I need to own everything and felt like I was looking into my own wardrobe if I were rich and actually sophisticated. Everything else I have saved down has followed in a very similar style.

Images all style.com- Alice + Olivia [1+2], Edun, J. Crew, Lauren Moffat and Bebe

At 24 should I be concerned that I refer to myself as a “girl” and never a “woman”? Is it so wrong that I feel underdressed without a bow topping my head and fancy myself as a French teacher in a new-age school for wayward girls (a la Mona Lisa Smile)?

Thoughts on a postcard!

Raconte-Moi Une Histoire

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Glancing over my saved images from NYFW, I’m struck with the predictability of my selections- muted pastel shades in a spectrum of preppy, tailored shapes. New York to me is always a bit of a strange one- classic, grown up designers are not usually my thing but there was some amazing pieces within a good deal of shows this season. Bring on London I say.

You know I like it loud

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Dress- a gift from a lovely friend * Shirt- sample sale in my old job * Socks & Shoes- Penneys * Rosette- Handmade by an Irish designer, purchased in Lucy’s Lounge

Firstly a big mega load of thank you kindly to a very dear friend who I persuaded to lend me his camera. Mine has officially given up on me which is partially why I have been so shy of blogging lately. I’m not sure if you can tell but my bracelet has the sweetest little portraits of Blythe dolls, they make me smile- I have an entire collage of Blythe pictures hanging in my room. You can also spy my tattoo properly in these pictures.

I went to the launch of the Dublin Fashion Festival this evening in the beautiful dining hall of the Westin Hotel. There was bubbles, beautiful hats and lots of stylish so and so’s. Most importantly there was food. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t spend a considerable amount of time hanging around the chocolate fountain, “taking in the surroundings”

I cannot believe it is already the end of July- this Summer has been the fastest of my life so far. I have many lovely gigs planned and a mini excursion in September. Notting Hill Carnival is also pencilled into my calendar.

ps do knees freak anyone else out?