Home time ...

I'm leaving New York tomorrow - going home. Less than eighteen hours till I am no longer here. 

It's been a far different summer from anything I could have imagined. Far better, I think, overall. I've completely ignored lots of things I said I would do. I've treated plenty of things I said I'd never do in a similar fashion. 

I've ticked waitress off my list(of professions to try). As well as seeing dawn from Central Park. Smoking on a fire escape is gone. 

I've responded to 'Nice jacket!' with 'Thanks, I got it at a thrift store in Williamsburg'. I've gone on errands in the garment district. I've gotten drunk on martinis (and Jameson and free wine and 'Hennessy and Cokes Tall No Ice'). Learned to understand baseball, more or less. 

I've started to write again, modestly. Decisions have been made about the future direction of things. It's been fun and enlightening. At times, there was far too much space inside my brain - I got lost in the caverns of it once or twice. I've developed a taste for pancakes I didn't think I was capable of sustaining. 

I've gotten unfit. I've learned to appreciate both the Irish mentality and the quality of Irish food. I've been homesick and I've been delighted to be here, mostly the latter. 

I've been inspired most every day. I've learned things about things and about people, mostly about myself. 

I am happy to have been here. To have met the people I did. To have experienced all that I have. I am happy to have been here, and yet I am happy to be leaving. Leaving my New York home for my real home. 

Home home. Where places have meanings stacked up like building blocks on top of them. Memories sewed like lining into their very fabric. Where almost nothing is new or unfamiliar.

I am excited to see my people again. I have longed for them often - precise moments where they would have been the ideal companions came up regularly. These experiences weren't lessened for lack of them, but I am happy to go home so I can tell them all about it. That I have them to tell all about it. 

Mostly I am glad that this happened, that I am here right now having done this, going home. Home home. T - 25 hours. 

xb

I miss my wardrobe ...

I have reached the conclusion that the 'Wardrobe of Classics' - the achievement of which is often described in highfalutin publications as the pinnacle of a stylish life - is completely useless, if not downright detrimental, to ones daily attempts at the art of dressing

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Yes, high quality simple garments which can be worn in a variety of ways are an excellent idea. Just like a wardrobe of cheap Penney's dresses is not ideal. The problem with the first is that a) people (i.e. me) get bored easily and b) those basic staples are not meant to be mixed with EACH OTHER all of the time. Basic Staple plus Basic Staple plus Basic Staple is rarely a recipe for sartorial success. Unless you are this girl.

One basic staple can be the basis of five different outfits - that's a good Basic Staple. But the important part is the other components of the five outfits. You need the colourful pants, interesting skirt, show stopping jacket. Just like pasta and rice are basic cupboard staples, eating pasta and rice all day everyday without any seasoning gets boring, fast.

My opinion is definitely informed by the fact that all my Outfit Makers were forgotten when I came to New York. 'These are all great basics' we said. 'You can wear this with everything.' I forgot the 'everything'. I left the 'everything' to the mercy of my sisters in Craddockstown.* 

So, NYC with basics - it's not the worst thing in the world, Especially not when it's a million degrees out and anything more than a vest and shorts equals melt central. Nonetheless, I miss my wardrobe, my Aztec Leggings, leather shorts, denim skirt, sequined skirt ... I could go on, but I'll stop there. 

My August mission now becomes, SHOP. Not a mission I generally have a problem with. Particularly when there are so many amazing stores around the place. On the list - everything in these images really. Living with the basics and surrounded by a people who like to dress plainly - Puritan roots maybe? - I have become obsessed with prints and embellishment and general OTT behaviour.

One of my favourite Irish bloggers Angela Scanlon Photographer Ciuin Tracey
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 And so - to shop till I have a wardrobe I can pull from. 5 weeks left, this town won't know what hit it. 

xb

*Cue scary text from home "Bríd quick question, You know all the clothes in the top of Niamhs wardrobe could they go to a clothes collection for the club?" Nooooooo was the immmediate response.

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Can I get this wrapped up?

... begins the chapter on 'Questions I never thought I'd ask'. Also included are, 'Um ... do you guys have eggs?' 

The sister chapter 'Things I never thought I'd say' is similarly overflowing, the most used phrase being 'Tall Americano extra shot'.

In other news, I have fallen in love with New York. And Patti Smith. And drawing, again. 

It's surprising, and incredible, how easy it is to move 3000 miles from home and set yourself up for three months. I have been incredibly lucky. People wise, accommodation wise, everything wise really.

 It takes some time to get used to this city. For a good two weeks I was trying to 'figure out' everything, tourist wonder was my default setting. Different stores, different sweet packaging, different signs and traffic signals. Different ways people had of dressing, of speaking. Hearing fifteen different languages every day. Realising that asking someone where they're from isn't the straightforward opening question it generally is at home.Figuring out which way is up - literally. Difficulty with direction means I often have to go the wrong way before I figure out where I am. 

Time is flying away. Every second feels precious. That and my regular Starbucks order (triple tall Americano if you're wondering) mean sleep is not a priority. It feels like wasted time. And with only nine weeks left wasted time is not an option.

 Inspired is the short phrase for what I am at the moment. Every new street throws up something worth photographing - words are flowing in ways they haven't in longer than I can remember. I am reading like I did when I was 12. Voraciously. Patti Smith, Just Kids, Thinking - Fast and Slow and some Beckett so far. 

The default bag contents is sketchbook, notebook, pen, camera and roll of film. 

The clothing wishlist grows daily. My decision to be a sensible human being and not bring my entire wardrobe really bites. Clothes shopping is definitely on the agenda. Although not having Shutterbug to pull from is a sadness. White shirts are my new obsession - to wear with braces, black ties, city shorts and Keds/Converse. 

Similarly, my wise grown up decision not to bring every art material known to man(as well as a studio/the entire art college of equipment while I'm at it) is a hindrance. It does mean I have to explore all the art material shops in NYC though, which is no bad thing. Trying not to buy fifteen new notebooks every time I go inside is definitely a difficulty.

More photos will be taken soon. In the meantime - may I recommend New York heartily. Come. And never leave. 

xb

Packing's going well ...

.... slash clearly isn't since I'm procrastinating with an outfit post. Which I procrastinated with further by playing in Picasa. So many effects, so little time.

I'm leaving for New York in two days, TWO DAYS! Naturally before I left, I plundered Shutterbug. (Thank you Blanaid) And since the 'good clothes' mentality has long ago disappeared I've been wearing the heck out of them ever since.

This clutch bag is my new favourite thing in the world. This hat is a close second, the fact that it made it unscathed through a night out in Kilkenny is nothing short of miraculous.

Hat - Shutterbug 

Jumper - H&M - via one of Kilkenny's many charity shops

Skirt - Shutterbug 

Boots - River Island 

Clutch - Shutterbug

In other news, college is finished till September. And I am leaving for New York for the ENTIRE SUMMER in TWO DAYS. None of this has quite sunk in yet. I shall attempt to process it on my seven and a half hour flight. 

xb

Soooooo...

... this happened

Also, here's a baby outfit post. I have yet to figure out the make up/clothes situation vis a vis the hair's latest adventure with bleach. Red lips seem to be a constant positive though.

I wore this to do a college presentation (first fashion student project complete). When you get up at six only to realise you've no internet, outfit creating is a nice time filler. 

I'm now on a lovely two week Easter break. I'm gonna use it to kick my recently developed caffeine addiction, catch up on sleep and generally 'sort out my life'(my newest catchphrase). There will also be (minimal) essay writing, adventures with the sewing machine and plenty of dancing.

Oh, and 'fun bríd' is getting her 6 monthly outing for a little bit of this. 

xb

I've been hibernating ...

... for the last little while.

Resting, recharging, hanging out with the friends and the fam. Eating good food, rereading my favourite books, sleeping dreamy sleeps. Taking the dog for long walks, making the beginnings of exciting plans and thinking about independence and y'know ... "life".

At some point I'm going to have to emerge from this little self made cocoon. 

This seems like as good a time as any.

bríd x


Images 
1. The Killing Moon Confused
2. Quote from Waking Life
3. via donotcockblock

2012, how are ya?

New Year, new inspiration collages. I've been in a bit of a dressing funk for the last couple of weeks. Too much plain, boring not so much fun exciting. First on the agenda for 2012 is channelling a little bit more of all of this.

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In conclusion, New Year's Resolution? For God's sake dress yourself woman!

B