Last Christmas I bought my younger cousin/adopted little sister the book ‘From me to me‘ based on the idea of, ‘If you could write a letter to your 16-year-old self, from the perspective of who you are now, what would you say?’. An inspiring read, she returned the gift in kind by giving me ‘Dear Me: A Letter to my Sixteen Year Old Self‘ this Christmas. Both books are collections of letters written by the world’s best-loved personalities to their younger selves.
As per usual with things that inspire me, I just couldn’t keep it to myself. So as a taster, here are a few of my favourite quotes:
You will meet an incredible woman, and the choice to marry her will be the easiest choice of your life. Just listen to your gut.
You do not have to marry the first man you sleep with
As of today I find myself in the same situation as so many of my age and occupation: back home with the wrinklies. “The Wrinklies” being a term of endearment; I love my parents. Of course this is not merely a change of co-habitués, it also means the change from busy, bustling Dublin to quiet Kerry, a complete change of social group, the loss of a room in my name and in m
y case the loss of a boyfriend, at least in the physical sense; he lives in Carlow, I live in Kerry, but for 9 months of the year we both live in DCU. As you can probably tell, I was happy where I was. I wouldn’t go as far as to say I wasn’t looking forward to coming home; it certainly has its advantages, but I was snug as a bug in a rug; one might say.
I have always loved photography. Some of my earliest memories revolve around hours spent studying the photographs tucked away in that big press in my sitting room. Pictures I featured in, pictures taken when I was just a twinkle in my fathers eye; it didn’t matter to me. Moments captured on film were just magical to me. They gave me an insight into things words never would have. Who knows; maybe that’s where I also developed my keen interest in fashion too; looking at the outfits that were so shockingly different to those I saw around me on a daily basis provided widened my eyes and whirled thoughts in my brain.
The thought of the pictures to come often crossed my mind. What would life look like when I would be in the photographs wearing radically different clothes? What kind of picture would they paint of MY life? Would people who were in my life then
be in my pictures for years and fashion changes to come? Which new characters would enter the frame? Finding pictures of my parents taken in a photo booth early in their relationship, I wondered; who would be the man in t
he photo booth with me? Continue reading
Dearest Sarah Louise,
Welcome to the world 🙂
You were born very early on the morning of Saturday the 12th of December to many who had long awaited your arrival. You must’ve been very comfy in your mom’s tummy as you stayed for a very long time!
You already have very long fingers and toes and a full head of hair. You sleep most the time and open your eyes occassionally.
There are Christmas decorations everywhere, Christmas ads on the TV and Christmas music on the radio. This will always remind us of that special time of the year when you arrived.
You were born just 11 months after your cousin Adam and 8 months after your cousin James. Christmas time with your family should be fun, I am sure you will have a ball with your new playmates! Continue reading
What is it with teachers and having chips on their shoulders? I know I begin with a big statement and, as always, I do not mean this as a broad sweeping statement applying to all in the field. Quite the opposite, I have had some very good experiences with teachers, some I even idolised; but it seems to me from some of my not so good experiences and from listening to the experiences of others that a high percentage of teachers seem to have some sort of chip on their shoulder that they then take out on students. Continue reading
Today I took a step into womanhood. I bought my first grown up bag. I took it slow though, opting for a fake designer bag so as not to shock my wallet, opting for fake miu miu particularly as it is the young Prada and I am as of yet a young lady.
Brown leather, light gold studs at the bottom, light gold round links to the straps, and the detail that made it MY bag rather than A bag; a big bow on the front. My boyfriend patiently accompanied me and gave opinions as I picked up bag after bag wondering, “is this me? Can I see myself bringing this to Reubens (my favourite café) to meet people for tea? Will I get the compliments I so shamelessly lap up? What would mom and Fiona (my big sister) think?” I very almost picked a red fake Prada bag but on my second day of looking I realized it would not fit all these criteria. It was far too gaudy, too out there; Samantha from sex and the city rather than Charlotte- who is much more my style. The red bag with its silver metal handle would insult my outfits rather than compliment them, and as already stated; miu miu was tailored for my age.
On that second day when I went back into the shop selling my miu miu, I saw it and knew immediately. After gaining some perspective in the real world and taking a breather from wall to wall bags, my vision was clear. Although I know when the label said “coffee” it meant the colour and nothing else, it seemed a sign that for the next number of years this bag was going to be my complimentary companion in one of my favourite activities: coffee shop chatting. I loved it because looking at it that night in Bulgaria I knew that it was timeless and ageless. I bought it today but it’s the kind of bag I could imagine my mom wearing when I was a few feet tall, picking up my first fashion tips, and it’s the kind of bag I could still imagine her wearing today. But I could imagine my sister wearing it and I could most definitely see it on me.
My mother has always been and remains my biggest fashion icon. Some of the items in my wardrobe were not only influenced by her, they WERE hers. I have two particular items that were hers and whenever I wear either of them I get the same reaction: compliments and surprise. One is a top she just gave me to wear one night and the other is a Marilyn Monroe bag she was going to throw out in a clear out of her wardrobe before I objected. Compliments because they’re such fabulous items of course and surprise because no one can ever believe a mother of someone my age would have such style (or in the case of the bag, that anyone would cast it aside!). But I’m lucky that way, mine does. Of course before you start jumping to the conclusion that my mother is mutton dressed as lamb I must correct you. She is the epitome of the fact that reaching your fifties does not leave you with the choice of beige, brown and baggy or, as previously mentioned, mutton dressed as lamb.
Seeing as miu miu is came from Prada, and is known as Prada’s little sister, it seemed only fitting that I bring Prada back for my big sister and my stylish mother. My step into womanhood was cemented. I had arrived.