transitional moods


I really hate this time of the year. Obviously, I love the fact the the world is coming back to life blah blah blah, but I’m just terrible at dressing for this “transitional season” kind of weather. In the morning it’s freezing so you bundle up, at lunch time the sun is splitting the stones and you’re baking, in the evening it’s getting nippy again. I have never been good at dressing for this, which is unfortunate because it’s the longest season in Ireland!


This outfit is a perfect example of this. This morning was dull and grey so I went for tights (it’s still March!) and what turned out to be a mostly black ensemble. Fast forward to lunch time and I’m sweltering and feel dark and moody looking. I keep looking at these pics (’cause I’m so gorgeous!) and thinking now if I had bare legs and some nude heels that outfit would look much better. But honestly I cannot bring myself to go tights-less. Maybe in April… Maybe… But you look at so many bloggers in places just as cold as where I am and they are practically starkers! Do I just not like fashion enough? I am not willing to sacrifice my warmth for the perfect look… What have I become!?!


I suppose at least there is some pretty spring detailing. This top for example, it’s new and simply beautiful. Chiffon and lace are a wonderful combination. Delicate, feminine, soft.  I feel very “House on the Prairie” in it, but you know in a seductive way. And there is a big mother fuppin’ slit in my skirt, surely that also adds to my spring attire feel… right? I mean who wears such slitful skirts in winter (I do), it’s definitely a spring thing!


No? I still look too wintery? Well feck that anyway! Am I alone? Does anyone else have that problem or does the rest of the world fall into two categories, “Always gets it right when it comes to transitional dressing” and “Don’t give two ninnies about transitional dressing.” Someone else join me in limbo…


Top: Vila / Jacket: Only / Skirt: Oasis / Sunglasses: Quay / Shoes: Penneys


fun in the sun


Oooh today was L.O.V.E.L.Y! Just the perfect weather to introduce my new coat to the world! Well it could have been warmer but I am not complaining after the battering we got the past few days. You know, you really do get sick of the wind howling. But today sunglasses were needed and a nice amble after lunch was had. How cute is Killaloe!


So about this coat. Well, when I was about eighteen or so my mam (hey ma!) decided to longer buy me an Easter egg like everyone else. No, she decided to buy me clothes, she loves clothes just as much as me and it was far more fun to go out and buy me a frock or a pair of shoes than to get me chocolate. And I wasn’t gonna stop her! After all, I get chocolate off my boyfriend, I don’t need piles of it. What I need is a new spring coat! And a spring coat is what I got! A beautiful oversized, swingful lemon gem of a spring coat!


And I think it goes real well with my dressed down Friday attire. A crisp white shirt and some trusty cons. Which are usually never that clean but I washed them the other day, much to my boyfriend’s annoyance. To be fair they were banging around the tumble dryer for quite some time, the telly was indeed turned up.

Oh yes crisp, fresh and clean was the name of the day!


Shirt, Coat, Belt: Dunnes / Jeans: Awear / Shoes: Converse / Sunglasses: Quay

left on land

Feeling left out is never easy. Being left out is even worse. Being left out and knowing there is nothing you can do about it, well that takes the cake.

Let me explain because it’s a messy situation that constantly leaves myself and my coaches feeling pretty shitty. Apologies in advance for some rowing terminology.

Ok so I row, you guys already know that. But what you don’t know is that I row at a higher level than the rest of my crew. This sounds great and in some respects it is, unfortunately it’s caused me nothing but hassle and leaves me feeling very deflated at times. Because I row at a higher level (due to years of me rowing as a junior) I usually have to be left out of crew races. The ladies I row with are novice, I am intermediate. It would be unfair to make them row at my level all the time and I am not allowed row at theirs. And because there is more of them than there is of me the novice boats (the eight in particular) are obviously priority. Which, don’t get me wrong, makes sense but it leaves me thinking, what about me?

I usually just gloss over it but Saturday was the first day I was really left out of the boat. And not because I wasn’t good enough and not because I don’t try hard enough, but because I simply didn’t belong. And it hurt. It hurt a whole heap. When I pushed the girls off the slip out into the water for their race and wished them luck I had a little cry to myself. That should’ve been me out there. I do my work, I get good scores and here I am on the bank. How is that fair? And that’s what really kills me… All the other women, if left out of the boat, will know it’s probably due to performance and know that they just need to pull up their socks even more (they work so hard as it is) and claw their way back into that boat. Me on the other hand, can do nothing. I could train all day, everyday and I will never be in that boat. I will never race novice with them.

Yes, we do have a club eight (novice mixed with intermediate) but there aren’t as many races and I still feel like an extra. And I also row in a double with one of the ladies. It runs well (we even win races) but it clashes with the eight so it’s hard to see that being a runner. Sure, I can hop into a single scull and just plug away at that. But single sculling is a lonely sport and I’m not “intermediate” standard at it.

Really, I just want to be part of the crew when the buzzer sounds.

I need these ladies to hurry on and move up a level so I can stop feeling like spare part…

one man’s trash


It was well windy today! Thank goodness my hair was up. So you know the phrase one man’s trash is another man’s treasure? Of course you do… have you been living under a rock? That’s another well known phrase! Get back to the point! So yeah, the trash/treasure scenario. Well, believe it or not this dress is second hand. A beautiful French Connection body con dress that my friend was going to send to a charity shop before she thought about me. And I’m glad she did! Not only did I get this dress but two others, a swing top and two cardigans (one kimono style).


This dress has become a proper, full on staple in my wardrobe. It gets worn maybe every two/three weeks, which for me is a pretty big deal. And I am always wearing these boots with them, always. I should probably expand my use of this dress but I think they work so well together. Speaking of trash (well stuff that someone didn’t want), these boots were a gift from my sister but only because they didn’t fit her legs (she’s got scutty legs). So instead of sending them back I got them for Christmas! See where laziness will get you…


So people, I am a perfect example of why you should ask your friends to come round, have a bottle of wine and rummage through what you and they no longer want/fit in/need. At the very least you’ll have a giggle and at best you’ll have something new to wear AND a cleaner closet!

Dress: French Connection / Jacket: Only / Scarf: River Island (old) / Boots: Carvela

fuppin’ freezing out!


So I’m all rosy cheeked. The office heat is on full blast on one half of the building (my half) and the other is stone cold due to a broken boiler. It’s like going between two extremes. I’m just glad I don’t move around a lot.

And as far as outside goes… Well, let’s just say we nipped out for all of five minutes to take these photos, much to my co-worker’s annoyance. To be fair to her she is nursing a cold so I probably shouldn’t have made her. I probably shouldn’t do a lot of things but that’s for another day.


Back to today… So I got up and it was snowing. Snow is not the best weather to have to work with, all of a sudden people are super slow on the roads, people either winge about it or start frolicking in it and I don’t own a whole pile of warm clothes (big fan of the layering). But I do have this beautiful jumper that my ma knitted for me about two years ago. It’s a little oversized at this stage but I think that adds to the charm, and talk about cosy! Sure with that and one of those huge blanket scarves you’re all sorted! I implore anyone who knows somebody that knits to commission (beg for) one. They are the business and they’re one of a kind which is always special.


Look at my rosy cheeks! You’d swear it wasn’t baltic out! Also, look at those earrings! It pays to have a mother-in-law that has taste! Oh and I also had gloves and a coat on but they were covering too much of the outfit so they had to go, at least for the photos. How is everybody keeping warm in this never ending winter. Damn Smarch weather!

Earrings: Gift / Scarf: Gift / Jumper: Homemade / Jeans: Awear (yeah they’re pretty old) / Boots: Office / Bag: Etsy

I’ve come this far…

Hey! People! Over here! It’s me! You remember me! Freckly? Short? Ass that won’t quit? Well even if you don’t I’m here and I am standing atop a mountain and announcing to this great cyberdom that I am baaaaaaack!

I’ve been gone for quite a while too… Little over a year, but unofficially I stopped blogging properly when I got a big person job. Which is going on two and a half years! I just could not summon the will to write after a long day of work bookended by an hour and a half commute. I was unprepared for it and my blog fell into disrepair. But if I’m to tell the truth I was a little relieved. I no longer felt I had to make posts for the sake of them, seek inspiration from the fashion world when I frankly saw none. I felt my blog no longer reflected me and if I’m being totally honest I didn’t really feel like I fitted in.

The last couple of years has changed me. My life has changed so much and thankfully all for the better! And I miss blogging. I want to come back if you’ll have me. I want to write more about my life and my thoughts, my progress through the world. This of course will mean my style but it’ll also mean my other passions and how they make me feel and how they are paving my life for me. But before I get to all that I of course need to update you guys and what has changed and what has remained of me.

What has remained… – I still have not dyed my hair (I honestly feel this is a very important piece of information) and I have no intention to dye it in the future. I mean, why would I, sure tis gorgeous!

– I still live in heels, being 5’4″ makes this pretty much a necessity and I just don’t feel right otherwise.

– I’m still with the boy! Going on nine years now. He even moved across the country and got himself a new job so I no longer had to do a three hour roundtrip commute. Yes, he is indeed a keeper and I love him to bits… Moving swiftly on!

– I’m still a graphic designer. For those of you who read my old blog it was clear that I had a passion for more that just fashion. Graphic design was a deep love of mine and still is to this day. I’m still lucky enough to work with such a talented team and I still get into heated debates over what image is suitable. Somedays I hate it but everyday I love it!

– I’m still as tactless as always! I’m honest, some say too honest, some same I’ve zero tact. But others have said it’s part of my charm. So there!

What has changed…

– I’m now an aunty! To two beautifully bald boys! Conor is two and JimJim is just over six months. Yeah, my sister didn’t hang around! They’re great kids and I love them to bits even if they have trouble growing hair and Conor is afraid of me because I am “no-mammy.”

– I am now an athlete! Oh yeah, I said it! I don’t just exercise, I train! Ladies and Gents I am a rower! It’s a great sport that allows me to keep fit and kick ass, all while trying not pass out or throw up during a 2k test! And I get to be with some of the best ladies I’ve ever known!

– Due to being an “athlete,” half of my clothing money is spent now on gym gear. Man, I do love Nike sports bras! They’re just so colourful! And sure who doesn’t want their own body weight in lycra in their laundry basket…

– Since finishing college I have lost over forty pounds. I wasn’t healthy and it was a constant struggle to blog and promote the fuller figure when in fact I was desperately unhappy. But I did it the healthy way, ate better, got active and lost it slowly.

– Since I had to learn to eat better, I became a serious foodie! And getting more adventurous everyday. Latest obsession, gozleme… Look it up, thank me later!

So there you have it. We’re all caught up. Will this change of direction fufill my need to blog? Will anybody actually bother to read it? Will I forget to blog after a week? Who knows, but sure let’s give it a go anyway!