Woman Crush

Oh Georgia May, I'm crushing on you bad. Brilliant marketing on Hudsons behalf as I want their jeans now, she is the only reason. What a babe? Who doesn't love her?

Outer Space.

Elcetric Picnic is fast approaching. If I can somehow look like Bruce Springsten, Kings of Leon and Drew Barrymore all at the same time, I will be a happy camper. I am terribly excited, a weekend with my boys and Nips. I doubt if we shall still be friends at the end of the weekend, but here's hoping. Will you be there?
(Is the African tribe theme a bit much? Or too little?)

What is Bambi doing?

Killarney National Park, it's pretty whopper dude, a place filled with deer, red squirrels, pine martens, mushrooms (the hobbits would love it) and chilli. So much chilli. It is a shame that chilli is the only thing that Conor and I can cook, as I think I may hate it now that we have eaten so much of it. However, pay a visit, stay in the Front Gate Lodge, kill some Rhododendron, run with the deer and have a jolly old time.

A beanbag in a clock tower attic.

I was in London. It was my first time there, ever, and by Job, I love that place. Oh my days, the atmosphere, the buildings, Foyles, Libertys, beers named 'auld speckled hen' and most importantly the Victoria Albert Museum. The V&A was by far my favourite place in London, and though I spent an entire afternoon there it wasn't enough. Usually I'm not one for museums and galleries, I have a few that are favourites, like I love the National Gallery in Dublin and the Museé d'Orsay in Paris, and now the V&A in London. I often find other museums too crowded, too expensive and I can't relax in them. I like the museums that are half empty most of the time and therefore really easy to get around.
I also went to Topshop, hated it, couldn't make sense of the store, though that didn't stop my buying a pair of lovely khaki turn ups, but there you go.
Sat for hours in Foyles, reading my new Biology dictionary.
Wandered in both the rain and sunshine.
Went on a boat trip to Greenwich on the Thames.
Drank lots of coffee.
Saw the fat, blonde guy from Gavin & Stacey, who's name I still can't remember, and said hello.
Found a cd that is just nowhere to be had in Ireland for £10, so that was a win. Go HMV Oxford St.
All in all, had a great time, ate loads, drank lots, spent loads of money and looked at lots of trains.
By the way, happy 21st to Avril, who is currently in London. I'd imagine also having a lovely time.

Wait, what?

That's my Hugh. Just thought I'd share his beauty with the world. Sometimes he looks really confused. Others just handsome.

Only Boring People Get Bored.

Yesterday I was bored, so, in order not to be a boring person, I had all my hair cut off. It is now very short, my neck is naked but I love it. Though it will never again look this chic, ever.
A song for our Kizzy in America playing piano. Talent oozing from her every pore.

Gin and Juice.

It's summertime and I have become bored with what is on my ipod, so I went trawling the internet and various other people's music collections and both came across and fell in love with Beirut, there song Postcards from Italy is just lovely, and the video kind of captures a summer feel reminiscent of your childhood, ah tis just great. Just so you know they are not from Lebanon, a rather long and rambling discussion was had about this before a googling of the matter occured, turns out they hail from America, New Mexico if Wikipedia is to be believed.
Also loving the new collections for Autumn, all full skirts, capes, waists and trousers. TROUSERS. God I love trousers, they are friggin awesome, so much more comfortable than jeans and in an amazing cuts and fabrics are just so beautiful. Can not wait for these to enter my wardrobe, above are some of my favourites dudes.