I like my bubble. I don't like leaving it. It's warm and cosy and safe and nothing can hurt me. When I do leave it, shit hits the fan and my reality kicks in and it bums me out majorly. Can't I just stay in here with you forever?

Living In Wonderland xo

Going To Live My Life To Destroy Your World.

I've been an emotional mess this whole summer. This was meant to be a great summer full of fun, drink, parties, 21st birthdays and no worries, but it hasn't. Well it has technically, but not always in a good way. I've had fights with people I thought I'd never fight with, opened my eyes to the truth about a lot of people finally, put myself through misery and a slow and painful heartbreak, fucked up my life in little but damaging ways, and now I'm literally at a life crossroad and if I go one way or the other either way I'm going to be pretty miserable. I don't like when people ask me what do I want to do, because I don't know what I want to do tonight let alone what I want to do with my life. The only thing I am honestly passionate about is fashion and make up, but the second I turn around and say to my family or friends that that's what I want to do they give me this "look", you know the one, the kind of look that says "yeah yeah sure you might want to pick something worthwhile instead that'll give you more money", but I've never been motivated by money. All I've ever wanted to be is happy in life and do things that I find interesting but the second I try to do it I get berated and scorned for it. So now I'm just begging people to tell me what to do, because I honestly haven't a fucking clue what to do. If anyone knows what I should do with my life please let me know. I'd love to go oer to London and start fresh or something and be a new person because no one over there will know the difference.

Let the good times roll on pleeeeeeeeeease.

Rant over, my apologies

Living In Wonderland xo

My Favourite Picture of All Time

Whoever took this photo deserves a medal. The look on Grace's face says it all I love love love it. I actually want to frame this photo!

Priceless.

Living In Wonderland xo

Smile, though your heart is breaking

I love this photo. Karl is actually smiling. Didn't think that existed.

Living In Wonderland xo

ATTENTION

Pennys now do clogs. I think I'm over them now (was I ever under??). Not being a snob but now it means that every single girl out there is going to have a pair that are going to fly off their feet in the middle of a club during a rousing dance version of "Come On Eileen" or something and thwack me square in the face. Don't think I would be able to handle that very well to be honest, so for me, clogs are ooooooootta thurr.

Living In Wonderland xo

BALLS. I HAS THEM.

Haven't been able to post at all because my life has been all over the place in the past 2 months. I fucking hate people. Not just people. People who are meant to be my friends. Mainly girls actually, I don't know how girls can turn lesbian because I sure as hell wouldn't be able to take the double standards, bitchiness, back stabbing and hypocrisy the entire time. There are, I'd say, a handful of girls who I could honestly not want to kill right now. These people are meant to be my friends but yet they turn around and send me messages that absolutely shatter me and destroy my heart and then they don't have the balls to say a fucking word to my face, but yet have no qualms about saying things to my brother about me on a night out. My own brother! Christ almighty I need a vacation. I need my mother. Quite possibly the only woman in the world who hates women as much as I do right now.


GOD I WISH I WAS A BOY. At least if this shit happened to a guy you could just deck him square in the nose, call him a faggot then shake hands and make up eventually. You call a girl up on something she's done wrong and you are bitch of the century and nobody likes you for telling the truth.

I need a stiff drink and a smoke.

Sincerely hope your life isn't as shit stormy as mine is at the moment!

Living In Wonderland xo

Sex Appeal. I has it.

Christina Hendricks for Esquire Magazine April 2010.

My gosh she is sex on a stick. Like her curves are what make her so gorgeous. Big boobs, big hips, that ass, her TINY waist and fabulous long slender legs. Ugh. She oozes sex appeal without over sluttifying it. You could balance a tea tray on her boobs they're so perfect. Wow. Figure goal for this summer thank you very much!!

Can't wait until these exams are over. One more day then I'm freeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee fallllllllllinngggggg. There had better be some type of lampshade on my head when I wake up on Friday morning/afternoon.

Happey Wednesday

Living In Wonderland xo

Always

Tom Ford's new lipstick. Who else? The brand exudes sex appeal from every orifice.

Major nomage.

Sorry for the lack of updates, college studying and work has consumed my entire little life.

Finished on the 13th though, then 4 months of freeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeedom!

Living In Wonderland xo

SANO IS HOME

Christmas '09, before I chopped my hair off (the state of the ends of my hair ihhhhh).

I am so happy I could cry. She's jet-lagged to fuck so I'm waiting until tomorrow to see her with my brothers and Chris. Then it's dinner and alcohol time. I actually am welling up here whoooooooooooo!

I love my Sano.

ABSOLUTE NOM

I don't think I have ever had such a girl crush before in my life. Like holllllllllly. Why can't they make women like her anymore? I would swiftly turn gay for a girl who looks like this.

Style icon at its finest.

Bridget Bardot you fox.

Living in Wonderland xo

Be Safe.

Sano is coming home on the 24th, I'm literally shaking with excitement. New York is too far away. Paul Jonathan Christine Sano and myself are all going to be going out for a loverly meal then hitting town. A family affair. It's going to be a messy one. And I'll have finished lectures for the summer the day before so I'll be twice as destroyed as per usual. This has been a disgusting year and I cannot wait to give it the 2 fingers when it's done and dusted. Until then, I'm off the booze (a LOT harder than you would think), I'm not going out to town or anything, gotta finish essays, assignments, study, play a bit of poker (I have to have fun SOMEHOW), basically I'm not really going to have a life for the next two weeks, until the 24th, then back to study. Which is as fun as ramming your head into a brick wall repeatedly while letting someone whip you in the back of the legs. Dramatic I know but study is not my forté. Talking, shopping, drinking copious amounts of vodka, and sleeping are mine. I even look a wreck. I actually have a spot in the library in UCD. A SPOT. Alice Collins hasn't got a spot in a library. This is fucking ridiculous. I'm turning into one of them.

I'm done ranting. Now onto the good stuff.

Fashion.

A couple of months back I was reading Glamour or Grazia in work in my last job, and I was admiring this really sweet grey tie-dye t-shirt. It was long enough that it went slightly over your bootay, yet short enough that it would totally look amazing with a pair of denim short or whatever. Anyways I was slightly drooling over it, then I glanced at the price tag. £285. £285. £285... DOES NO ONE SEE ANYTHING WRONG WITH THIS??? I nearly fell off my chair I was so disgusted. So in my little rebellious fit I went out and bought dye, and found an old white t-shirt. Bish bash bosh, got the same look for about €7 in total. A bit cheaper than the other top, don't you think? I've gotten compliments on my t-shirt because I've sliced and diced it to the way I want it, with holes and and necklines ripped, sliced  and sewn. It's so much more rewarding and fun knowing you've created your own little piece of fashion without spending the bucks. Give it a go, you could be surprised at what you might end up creating.

Living In Wonderland xo

Is There A Ghost

I absolutely love this photograph. I'm not sure where I found it or who even took it, but it is utterly amazing. I just stare at it all the time. Like the sheer thought and energy for the designing of this concept and the effort that went into it all is facinating. I wish I could be more creative and think of awesome things like this, but the most creative things I can think of generally consist of different ways to make food as tastey as possible. Although I have a big cardigan that I got from Dunnes a little while back that I don't really wear because it's kind of boring, so I've decided to sew millions of different buttons all over it. That should make it a bit more fun and exciting. And it'll give me that sense of creation that I've been lacking so much lately.


I forgot to mention that I got a job in Specsavers in Dundrum shopping centre. Come say hello as I try to look like I know what I'm doing.


I don't like hangovers...


Happy easter Monday everyone. Hope your days were filled with chocolate and alcohol!


Living In Wonderland xo


Ps: If anyone can enlighten me as to who took this photograph please tell me, I'm dying to find out!

Let Me See You Stripped Down To The Bone

Have you ever been so uninspired by things in life that you just float? I have really really been feeling that recently. Kind of like how fashion is at the moment. There's a lot of repetitiveness going on during some of the fashion shows this year. People seriously need to shake it up a bit. Alexander McQueen knew what I was talking about. But it seems like some of the people who are at the forfront of fashion ie. Karl Lagerfeld, have just been reproducing the same sort of monochromatic crap for the past decade. Don't get me wrong, I love Chanel like any other person, but ever since I can remember it has just been a bit of the quilted, black and white looks that have been floating around Chanel. Come on Karl, we know you're better than this, stop living for the name that is Chanel and show us what you're truely doing representing the name that is the icon!

 But do you ever remember the days when you would dress for yourself, and no one else? I'm talking about when we were about the ages from 3-7, when fashion wasn't in our vocabulary, and if we saw something that we thought looked nice and wanted to wear it, then god damn straight we were going to wear it. I'll always remember wearing a L.A raiders t-shirt (which I still have because I can't bare to get rid of it), tucked into a floral skirt, white tights, and Docs. I had grass stains on my kness to add effect and my curly hair was down my back. Like I looked the absolute shizz. Think back to when you were a child and ressed like spiderman or whatever; do you dress for yourself anymore? Or do you look at all the fashion magazines and change your style accordingly? I'm in no way bashing people who take inspiration from magazines, sure we all do. But I'm just always worried that people tend to lose a sense of themselves when they grow up. We need to retain that bit of immature, selfish, childish behaviour that let us dress the way we wanted to and God help anyone that stopped us from doing so.

But don't just take my word for it, what are your thoughts?

I'm off to frollick in my back garden in my fairy wings ;)

Happy glorious Saturday friends

Living In Wonderland xo

The Times They Are A Changin'

Recently I've been so uninspired by life. Not in a I'm-a-sucidal-person kind of way, but just nothing has given me that oomph that you get first thing in the morning to get you up and going. I've just kind of been breezing through life the last few weeks, going to college, doing assignments, coming home, watching tv, eating, drinking (at weekends, not every day!), sleeping, then repeated day in, day out. Gets boring. Repetitive. I have a habbit of getting stuck in a rut. I get too comfortable with my current situation and I like to stay in my rabbit hole of life. So, to get myself out of my rabbit hole I decided recently to shake things up a bit. Nothing major, just things like hanging out with different people, taking new routes home from college, walking to places I wouldn't normally do. Trivial and crap, yes I agree with you, but when I decide to do something radical it generally has bad repercussions affecting the people I love most. But these little things are good for me, it stops me getting sick of seeing the same people day in day out, and I get to make new friends and go to new scenes and kiss new boys. Kind of exciting in a sad and superficial way.

Oh oh oh if you are knocking about Killiney some time you must go up Killiney hill. It's bloody huge, you can explore for hours, has deadly history behond it and when you reach the top of the hill after nearly suffering cardiac arrest, you can take great pleasure in the fact that you can see half of Dublin from the top, with breathtaking views and peace and serenity. It's my most favourite spot in the world and if I ever need to think or not think, I can be found pearched in a little knook in a rock overlooking the sea. Beautiful.

Oh oh oh OH oh... I recently copped onto the fact that I am a sleazy motel... Let me explain briefly. Motels are the kind of places that couples come across, have fun, frollicks and general hanky panky, leave, then never ever ever return to or think about again bar the thought that returns once in a long long while saying "ah that was a good night". I AM THAT MOTEL. Guys have fun, kissy kissy or whatever and flirts with me then say bye bye. And I'm not some type of freaking bunny boiler where I think if I kiss a guy I am going to bloody marry him or whatever, fuck it like I don't even want to have a boyfriend I have too much fun being single, but it's a nice feeling being wanted, eh? I'd like to feel that at some stage! Ugh I'm only moaning about this because I'm suffering from a Tesco Value vodka hangover. It feels like your brain is trying to push itself out from behind your eyes. Delish.

Anyways my little mumbling rant is over now. As you were.

Must get back to fashion blogging soon, just too fricken tired recently.

Happy Saturday

Living In Wonderland xo

Little Secrets

I love people watching. It's a little thing I like to do. Whether I'm in Starbucks looking out over the dart line in Blackrock at people running to catch the dart just pulling in or overlooking the lake from the library in college, it kind of consumes me. Sarah and myself are the queens of this glorious past time. We make up stories about said people and both give our insights into what the person could be doing with their lives.  I wonder where these people are from, how rich/poor they are, whether they know any of my friends, if they have a significant other or are utterly alone. I also like to see when people bump into friends/college mates, and watch their body language to see if they fancy each other of if they've already had sex with them. It's actually quite hilarious how easily you can spot these things. A simple knowledge of body laguage opens up an amazing amount of insight! But my absolutely most favourite thing when it comes to people watching is seeing someone smiling to themselves walking along. Not one of those smiles that doesn't stretch to the eyes, but one of those thoughtful, remembering a private joke or happy moment kind of smiles. They're the ones that make my day. I'd like to be a smile on someone's face at some stage. Maybe it's already happened, I'll never know. But one way or another I've had plenty of those moments. You know the ones. You're walking down the road, listening to your iPod, then BAM! you remember something that happened to a friend that made your guts spill out of your mouth laughing, or something nice that someone said to you one day, or even something extremely embarrassing that you said or did to someone you really like (the last one has happened to me maaaaaaaaaaannnnnny times). But it really is like the saying that it's the little things that are important in life. A person letting you go through a door first, someone in the bathroom of a club saying they like your shoes, a smile from a baby in a pram, an old man lifting his hat to you as you walk past him in the street, or even your older brother leaving the last biscuit in the packet for you because he knows you're drooling over it in your head. Those are the things that make my day. Just think about it, if we did one nice thing for a random person or even your friend, then you might be that smile on that person's face the next day.

Just some food for thought.

Happy Wednesday everyone,
Living In Wonderland xo

Fuck Love Let's Get Drunk

Hope you all had a lovely Hallmark Day. It's quite literally the shittest day ever yet people still buy into it and poor guys feel like they have to spend and lavish and do all this stuff for the girl. It's not fair on them. Want to know what I did for the day? I was in a state between consciousness and death throughout the entire time, taking up the biggest sofa in my sitting room with a pint of water at my side, the remote in my hand and a blanket thrown over me. All with last nights make up smeared halfway down my face. Loverly. No wonder I'm single. Throw in a bit of Sunday roast and family time for good measure. That's how all my Sundays are starting to be. Not good. Note: Don't ever mix pints of cider and a bottle of wine mixed with a bit of vodka. Does weird things to the brain.

Living In Wonderland xo

"I am a deeply superficial person" - Andy Warhol

"I like boring things" - Andy Warhol.

1928 - 1987

I love Andy Warhol. I always have, always will. Ever since my Dad brought me to see his travelling exhibition in the Irish Museum of Modern Art when I was five. The man is amazing. I know some people thought he was crap, or overrated, or ridiculous, but there is something about his pop art that I have always just loved and identified with.

I remember it so well. I had my hair scraped up into the neatest ballerina's bun imaginable and I wore a black and purple flower velvet dress with my white tights and black patent buckle shoes. I looked fricken amazing if I do say so myself. Anyways, my dad drove us over there and I fell in love immediately. The colours, settled on white walls and stands popped out at me. Everything was huge and playful looking. Fun. Exciting. Nothing like I had ever seen before in my short-lived life. I had also known who Marilyn Monroe (one of my icons) was too so when I saw her stunning face projected into many pictures and colours I was in awe. I remember the huge multicoloured pictures of Elvis and of a bunch of Campbell's tomato soup boxes stacked sporadically on a stand in the middle of a room. I was enthralled. I had never eperienced nothing like this at all in my life.

There were interactive pieces too. "The Lindy Tuck-In Turn-Man" dancing diagram was printed onto the floor so people could practice it, which my father and myself tried out and fell over. Naturally. That's what happens when you put the two must left-feeted people together and try and get them to try the Foxtrot. But that's besides the point. I just basically fell in love with this man "Andy Warhol". I'd never met him or knew what he even looked like, but he seemed like my kind of guy and we could have the laughs together. Maybe he would've liked my headless Barbies. Alas, this meeting was never to proceed, as the little fucker died 2 years before I was even born. The sheer nerve of the guy. I immediately forgave him when I entered that a room that said "NO ADULTS ALLOWED". Dad stood at the door while I roamed inside. There were other children my age playing with what I can only describe as inflatable silver pillows. Lots and lots of them. I was in complete and utter awe of the whole spectacle. It felt like I was in a little haven where I could do what I wanted. The room just screamed FUN to me. I could just picture Warhol looking over the children with joy on his face, loving the fact that parents and adults could not join in, that this was purely art for the children.

"Silver Clouds" - Andy Warhol 1966

I will never forget that glorious day. It started my obsession with Warhol from about then on. For my Junior Cert in art I did 2 huge pieces inspired by Warhol. I came across a print of Mickey Mouse (who I fricken adore too) that he did in different colours, and I replicated it all over my books and copy pages instead of doing actual school work.

I also watched the film "The Factory Girl" starring Sienna Miller. It was a biopic on Edie Sedgwick, who was for a long time Andy Warhol's muse and how he treated her (bold Andy) and how drugs became her demise. I would have loved to have lived during that period and floated around the Factory to see the goings on of that whole group. Edie Sedgwick in her own right was a huge fashion icon. Nowadays people have stylists and the top people primping and preening celebrities to perfection, but Sedgwick did her own hair, make up and styling. The girl was IT. Sweet, beautiful, playful, and innocence were what made her such an entity to the fashion and art world. I would have loved to see what she would look like now if she was still alive. I would like to imagine that she would still wear those huge earrings that she always used to wear with fabulous eye make-up.

I am currently on the look out for a MASSIVE Marilyn Monroe painting by Andy Warhole so that I can put it on my wall in my bedroom. The bigger the better. I want it to be the main focal point of my room. Nothing else on that side. Just cream walls and her beautiful face. The sooner I find a not-so-expensive one I'll snap it up straight away, but untill then I shall have to deal with the fabulous pictures off the internet.

Until next time bunnies,

Living In Wonderland xo

You Think Me Rude But I Would Just Stand And Stare

I got my hair cut on Friday. Not a regular kind of cut where you go in and say "Oh just a trim to get rid of the split ends and some layers please", no no, I got the mother of all haircuts. And it was completely by mistake too. I asked to get it cut shorter than what I normally have (My hair was long with a thick fringe), and my hairdresser Sinead interpreted it as "cut it short". I was reading the OK! magazine or something like that, glanced up, and had a mini heart attack. I'm not a person who would normally freak out about these things, but it was just because I cannot honestly remember the last time my hair was that short. I felt so sorry for Sinead because I could see she was starting to panic because I was starting to panic, but then she calmed me down and basically told me to chillax the fricken kacks, and I did. She continued on and I sat there silently sweating bullets, and realised that it was actually quite nice. My mother, who was getting her hair done at the same time, sat down next to me and I counted the minutes until she copped on that I was next to her. She liked it, so I felt a bit more better about the whole situation.

In total I got about 6 inches cut off my hair, and the back is shorter than the front (I would say it's like the Pob but it's not and my hair is thicker and longer and nicer), and sort of resembles Elizabeth Taylor circa Cleopatra, but it's different and I like it. I also appreciated the fact that when I showed my friends they loved it and one of my besties Claire screamed at a pitch so high I honestly was waiting for glass to start smashing around me. So that was a good sign I guess. Either way it's about time I changed my hair I realised afterwards I have had the same hair style pretty much for the last 5 years or so. You need to get out of the ruts you've been letting yourself get stuck in and branch out and be bold and try new things. These are the days when we can get away with it all and look back in years to come and go "OH JESUS H. CHRIST WHAT WAS I FUCKING THINKING DOING THAT TO MYSELF WHY DIDN'T SOMEONE HAVE ME INSTITUTIONALIZED??". Ah yes, these are the days. Live them.

Pictures soon.

Night all,

Living In Wonderland xo

Ps... Again...

To those five grown men who were staring at me mockingly yesterday evening when I came into Superquinn Blackrock with my bowler hat on, looking at me like I was some type of window licker, I could see you. I'm not blind. And your almost "pitying" looks towards me did not go unnoticed. But I don't give a fuck. I don't expect balding men in fleeces with middle-aged spread to like what I wear. I liked it, so turn to the guy to the left of you, lick your middle finger of your right hand, and shove it up his ass. Yes. I said it.

Jog on.

Yours lovingly, as always,
Living In Wonderland xo

The Next Big Thing.

This guy is going to be huge. I'm talking Chanel or D&G advert campaigns huge. He has a blog about his life as a model which he started up a few months back, and how models are not the typical stereotypes that we're used to. You can check it out HERE. His grammatical errors are adorable in his blogs (he's from Spain and is only just 18 by a few months), and I would be lying through my teeth, nose, mouth, and well, every part of my body if I said I didn't think that he was devistatingly gorgeous looking. But even though he is legal I still feel kind of a pervert for thinking such illicit thoughts about him. Oh well. I could deal with that if I had him.

I'll give you guys a moment or two for the droolage to stop.

Om nom nom

Ok, time to close your mouths and stop drooling, people.

Sweet dreams,

Living In Wonderland xo

Revamping

I've decided to revamp my page. Make it cleaner, whiter, new. Like my attitude towards my life. I've decided to make some changes to my life. For me, no one else. These are somewhat my new years resolutions, but I don't like calling them that as I seem to have some type of stupid lazy mental block when it comes to new years resolutions. Within minutes of someone asking me if I've made any new years resolutions and me telling them, I'll have the cigarette in my mouth with a lighter lighting it. So I'm not calling them new years resolutions, I shall name them revamps. Has more of a ring to it anyways.



1) Quit smoking - already been doing it before Christmas so I'm going to try and keep it up.

2) Continue to lose the spare tyre - I SHALL BE ABLE TO FIT INTO A SIZE 10... EVENTUALLY!! Salads are now my new friends... Whooooooooooooooooo...


3) Be more selfish - this is a hard one to justify to other people but it makes perfect sense to me. You see, I have spent the majority of my life going along with other peoples plans, not really throwing in my input, and never saying what I really want to because I'm afraid of what people might think. But now I think it is about time that I listened to the little fat stubborn girl who stomps her foot hard on the ground inside of my head and take heed to her advice. I shall suit myself a lot more, go to clubs that play my kind of music instead of that vile "UNZ UNZ UNZ UNZ UNZ UNZ" music that makes my brain feel like it is slowly being pushed out from behind my eyes, and I shall wear what I always want to wear, not what people think I should.

4) Make my own clothes - I love love love customizing my old t-shirts. I love that feeling when you buy a large rock t-shirt and start with the slicing, cutting, tearing, & stitching. I regularly go into shops that sell these flimsy little excuses for tops for insane prices and I say to myself that anyone can do that with such ease. I have a few ideas that I want to put into play that won't take much effort, just some time and a sewing machine. I'd love to enroll myself into a class that can help you to learn how to sew properly or something so I can finesse it all.

I would like to see if in a years time if I have achieved any  of these little revamps, and which ones I have not succeeded with. Hopefully I'll have completed 4/4 and be a better version of myself. If not, then roll on 2011!

Hope you're all having a nice, freezing cold Thursday.
Living In Wonderland xo