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Designer desires creeping in

In Uncategorized on July 21, 2012 at 9:31 pm

It’s happened.

I really never thought it would but it. has. happened. I’ve started taking notice of designer handbags. That’s right, those insanly out-of-my-price range accessories. Places to keep your keys an wallet basically – your presumably empty wallet.

I was never the kind of girl to even show a flicker of interest in a designer bag. Quite the opposite, I loftily declared that most of them were ugly and I wouldn’t be caught dead spending that much on anything, even if I had the money. I did love bags though, and had quite a collection, but I can’t say there was much variety there. I was that teenager with the big hand woven free spirity-hippie-I’ve-been-in-South-America-but-not-really sling bags. You know the type, you’ll always find them in a stall or a shop that smells like too much incense. The bohemian bag could hold a change of clothes, shoes, a coat, hell a cat if you wanted, and more but it did make finding, say – a hairclip nigh on impossible. Not to mention that there are two major reasons I should not be encouraged to carry a large bag: 1. My back is quite prone to injury. 2. As a former girl guide it is my duty to “Be Prepared”, so I tend to carry extra everything and more, whenever my bag gives me that choice. These two factors don’t mix well. (Owww)

I still have a soft spot for the sling bag but there comes a time when a girl needs to branch out, examine other baggy beauties. When I did step out into the world of satchels, pouches, cases, sacks and  actual hangbags, it was a breath of fresh air, a literal weight off my shoulders.  The satchel feels smart and professional, the vintage ulpostered look one is a nod to the quirk inside, the plain old pleather gives me a chance to add my own touches (new strap, brooch, etc). and now DESIGNER handbags are cathcing my eye.

Oh dear! What have I become! The sling bag toting girl wouldn’t be caught dead with one of those! What silliness it must represent, being , after all, a super expensive sack for your stuff. I suppose it’s been creeping in for a while now but the realisation just hit me when browsing trhough a Dublin vintage store Siopaella‘s sale online. They have this lovely little powder blue Marc Jacobs bag marked down to 295 euro! I feel silly even saying that because let’s get one thing straight – I will not be purchasing this bag. I may have started to have feelings for the designer swag but I am not yet willing or able to spend that kind of money. But for now I can acknowlegde the desire and embrace this new side of me.

Oh how I have changed!


New Shoes for Short Legs

In Uncategorized on July 15, 2012 at 7:14 pm

I bought myself a new pair of shoes the other day, which is always a small bit exciting. Now I’m by no means a shoe-person (part human, part shoe?), I’ve stubbornly avoided heels all through my teens and early twenties – until recently. Now the time has come for me to take these foot accessories a bit more seriously.

Eh, serious in a fun way.

You see, I am short. I tower below everyone I know at a whopping five foot, no inches. Being a lady of lesser stature has its advantages, sure, I know tall girls who are self conscious of their height and there are women who don’t like to be taller than their love interests. When you’re nearly 6 foot tall this -for lack of a better word- shortens your list of prospective romances. But all in all, most of us long to be averge height, or at least no one longs to be short.

Apart from the obvious need for help reaching the top shelf, my shortness of leg has lead to one recent sartorial problem: the long skirt. I have fallen for the midi and full length skirt and I’ve fallen hard. I love the flowy feel of cloth, adding a bit of mystique to a pair of otherwise uninteresting pins. It can make an outfit special with minimal effort. The long skirt is both feminine and versatile.

My problem, dear reader (though I’m talking to myself here) is that long skirts on short people require heels.  Don’t ask me why but in a long skirt flats make my legs look stumpy, feet and ankles peeping out from under the hem, obviously disappointed with themselves. Sandals seem to do the trick as they don’t look too out of place but the wrong shoe looks…. well, WRONG.

So, today I picked up a pair of velvety black lace-up wedges. Wedges because, as a newcomer to serious footwear, I have not yet mastered the art of walking in heels without looking drunk or in need of hip replacement. Something happened when I laced up these velvet shoe-boots (shoots?) and took my first steps – it didn’t hurt. No pain and what’s more, I didn’t stumble! This could be the start of a love interest with wedges. Black is just the beginning, there is a world of kookie shoes out there.

On an unrelated shoe note, how cool are these?!

Candela-NYC Sample Sale

Where Do I Go From Here?

In Uncategorized on July 12, 2012 at 8:43 pm


A few years back I made a resolution to become more active in my life and grasp the opportunities that came my way. For me this meant starting small – I had always been the shy retiring type, in need of a confidence boost. But I had so many interests and a big curious head on my shoulders. So what started as accepting more invitations and saying ‘why not?’, has grown into so much more. I had one of my best years yet studying art, craft and design in Cork city.  Since then I’ve focused on getting a degree. I turned to the humanities as I’d always been really interested in sociology and was passionate about human rights and justice. This past year has been spent working voluntarily in human rights – it’s been a real eye opener.

Now I find myself looking down the final year of a degree wondering ‘what the hell am I gonna do?’  Scary Economic Recession aside,  I’m having more and more doubts about continuing down this road.  Doubt sucks. I’m really interested in my studies, don’t get me wrong, but is this what I want to do? I can’t ignore my passion for all things creative – music, film, arts, crafts and fashion. Apart of me feels guilty for even considering choosing arts and culture over human rights (what could be more important, right?), but recently the prospect of consigning the creative side to limited hobby-time scares me. Do I focus on academia or take a risk and try to make a go of a creative career? Is this just graduation jitters?

Needless to say I’ve got a lot of thinking to do…

Suggestions welcome!

In Uncategorized on July 11, 2012 at 10:56 pm

It’s amasing what they can do with body paint. I would love to go to one of these some day!

Hello world!

In Uncategorized on July 10, 2012 at 11:15 pm

Well, well…

This is my first attempt at blogging since the tender and retrospectively embarrassing age of 17. Unfortunately I was quite prolific then, ever so eager so spill my heart out to all who would listen! Many an emoticon was used.

Fortunately I’ve learned to hush up a bit since, though that means I don’t get to share thoughts as much as I’d like. It seems as we all get on with our separate adult lives friends end up living further apart and gathering a lot of extra responsibilities. Strange how we used to be able to blab on every day about anything that popped into our heads. Now that blab buddy hours have been cut, where do all these thoughts go? Hence, the blog. I enjoy pondering film, music, books, fashion, nachos, art, society, travel, most things! So hopefully I’ll get into the swing of things after a while and this will grow into a relatively interesting space. 🙂

Wish me luck!

Most things – except sport, just can’t develop an interest in that one…