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

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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!

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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.

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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.

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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!


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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