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Is maith liom milseáin. Is fearr liom éadaí.

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Ah sure it’s only meself. Firstly hi! I’ve posted so many “I’m sorry for abandoning you” posts I’m beginning to feel they should have a category all of their own. Let’s move on shall we? Here’s what I look like today, pics taken in my lovely little room in fair London.

Cardigan- Ancient * Shirt- Miss Selfridge * Skirt- Penneys * Socks- Penneys * Shoes- Penneys * Glasses- Vintage

I’ve had many many things going in lately, one huge piece of news in particular… I’m a-coming home! With ever increasing numbers of my friends leaving Ireland, I seem to be one of the few crazy enough to return. It’s all in the name of progress however, I have managed to land myself a super amazing job with loads of opportunities. So it’s both a sad and super super happy time. Sad to be leaving my adopted city of London and my beautiful friends here, but also excited to be back with my family and boy and friends again.

I was also completely shocked and delighted to find myself on the long list for the Irish Blog Awards 2011 in the category of Best Lifestyle Blog. TANKS VERY MUCH LADS. Not that I have much faith in making it further down the road due to the fierce competition amongst some of my most favourite blogs in all the land, it means a lot to squeeze in there anyway.

ps fashion weeks mean me being chained to my computer so expect more blabbing soon

Day 7

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A Picture of Someone You Love

This is Sorcha. She’s one of my little sisters (there’s 5 of us in total). I love her lots and lots. Despite being 6 years older than her, she doesn’t make me feel like an old sad case. We’re not just sisters you see, she’s also one of my very very bestest best friends in the whole world. With my being in London, I obviously miss her (as well as all of my other beautiful family members) too much. She shares my irrational love of Harry Potter, enjoys a good plate of cheese, has a bow collection to rival even my own and also embraces being a big ginge. We often swap clothes despite her being far more blessed in the chest-al region than I am- (see, it’s still sort of fashion related!)

Sorcha will turn 18 in April, I can’t wait until I can go out on the razz with her without feeling like an awfully bad influence. I’m secretly hoping she’ll move to London so we can tell secrets in French and gossip about boys.

Just so peeps don’t feel left out, I also include a picture of me with all of my sisters (sorry bro!)

Day 6

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This is me and Anne at the UCD ball this year, one of the only fun times we had last year. This is me showing off my siganture dance move of last year, proving once and for all that a lack of social contact does in fact turn you into a freak.

I have a macbook on the way to me, fret not. I’ll be back with a vengence.

Day 5

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I’m getting a little tired of trying to find semi decent pictures of myself. My camera is out of action and I broke my laptop once again. Technology seems to have some sort of grudge against me. This is quite a nice picture- courtesy of my darling friend Cal and her fancy camera. I look like I’m up to mischief.