Thursday, September 30, 2010

Best of... September 10

The best bits from my favourite fashion blogs this month:

September 20, Facehunter

My daily Style

I actually have this dress (in the second picture) from Urban Outfitters, but haven't worn it yet. Not sure how to adapt it for my Irish skin (its a bit wishy washy) and our Irish weather (a little flimsy). I've tried it with tights and a blazer, but was never quite satisfied enough to venture out.

Inspiration for Irish men from The Sartorialist (this one is from Milan).

This one is from The Sartorialist too, taken at the Dolce and Gabbana show.

Friday, September 24, 2010

Lorraine's Birthday

Me, Lorraine, Gemma and Roisin in our apartment before heading out for Lorraine's birthday. Despite our resemblance to shop mannequins, I wanted to post this picture to show you:

  • My dress! Very excited about this recent purchase from Urban Outfitters and...

  • Roisin's tights, from New Look- we are all in love with these. Too cute!

Wednesday, September 22, 2010

The Future Sartorialist

Katie is 7 years old, but she already knows a lot more about posing for photos than most people I know.

Photos taken in the Japanese Gardens, Kildare by Fi x

Tuesday, September 21, 2010

Do it.

Saturday, September 18, 2010


Photos from Richie's Surprise 21st. Happy Birthday Lil' Bruv! x

Friday, September 17, 2010

On relationships...

For dessert, we ordered two crémes caramel.

When the crémes arrived, M received a large, but messy portion which looked as if it had fallen over in the kitchen and I a tiny, but perfectly formed one. As soon as the waiter had stepped out of eyeshot, M reached over and swapped my plate for hers. 'Don't steal my dessert,' I said incensed. 'I thought you wanted the bigger one,' she replied, no less affronted. 'You're just trying to get the better one.' 'I'm not, I'm trying to be nice to you. Stop being suspicious.' 'I will if you give me back my portion.'

In only a few moments, we had plunged into a shameful interlude where beneath infantile rounds of bickering there stirred mutual terrors of incompatibility and infidelity.

From 'The Art of Travel' by Alain de Botton.

Friday, September 10, 2010

La Cure Gourmande

Thursday, September 9, 2010

Zara Kids

Is it weird that I am looking to children's collections for my inspiration this winter?

Not to mention that Tavi is one of my favourite fashion bloggers (and she is only 13!), I stumbled upon this piece on Zara Kids Autumn collection. I want my wardrobe to look like this little girl's... only all growed up...

Wednesday, September 8, 2010

More things to be happy about (3)

Being able to say "I made it myself"; Twister; being around laid-back people; being cared for when you're sick; determination; bubble baths; people with eyes that sparkle; making up after a fight; art museums; the french laugh; minty fresh breath; black-outs; lazy mornings; sheets that are still warm from the copier; babies who never cry; paint boxes; flipping the record selection flaps on the juxebox until told to stop; 'dunkers' with coffee; snorkelling; two-handed backhands.

Wednesday, September 1, 2010

The Rose Bakery Café, Paris

Despite some negative reviews on trip advisor, one describing this café as "the most overrated eatery in the world", Fiona and I were still lured to the Rose Bakery by the beautiful descriptions contained in Fi's much loved cookbook.

We had a little trouble finding it but once we did, we were pleased: very quaint and inconpicuous, a little entrance where the staff were busy unloading a delivery of fresh produce.

We arrived for breakfast (of course), but as pleased as we were to have found it, noone seemed very pleased to see us. Save for another touristy looking couple, we were the only customers (while there were approximately 2 staff per square metre). As we hovered close to the entrance, we weren't quite ignored by the staff, but rather endured like a couple of irritating fruit flies attempting to land on their freshly baked goods.

Never ones to wait to be looked after, Fiona and I seated ourselves and procrastinated over whether we should go to the counter and begin enthusiastically pointing at things we wanted. It was then that the staff seemed to accept that we weren't going anywhere and begrudingly brought us some menus.

All this criticism is not without its happy ending, as it has to be said the food was AMAZING!

We both ordered scones, which came served with unsalted butter and really delicious homemade jam. Fiona had a 'piggy latté' (twice the size of the usual dinky portions of coffee they serve in France) and I had a hot chocolate and, as there wasn't a piggy option, I promptly followed it with another one. We also sampled the pistachio cake (yuuuuum!) and a muffin (when asked what flavour muffins were available, our charming waiter's reply was "Blueberry and something"; after my expression indicated that this description was not acceptable, he slumped off- presumably to find out what the something was...)

If you are in an unshakable good humour and can endure (or even laugh about?) unattentive and at times quite rude employees, then I would recommend this place.

Believe it or not, I'd go back.