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So on Saturday last, some of Ireland’s fashion bloggers got together for a bit of a bop, a bit of cake and some much-deserved back-slapping (If we don’t slap our backs , who will? For the love of god, WHO WILL?)  It was genuinely a really nice opportunity to put faces to names and names to faces and have a bit of a chinwag about the whole blogging experience. It can be a lonely game, not least because the industry hinges on a labour of love and clocking in a lot of hours outside of work/college/life commitments. Anytheways, we came, we chatted, we drank, chatted some more (where did you get that necklace? and what about those shoes?) and left amid a general feeling of goodwill. WWIWT asked everybody about their favourite item they were wearing: results below, and we also did a little video piece about your worst fashion faux pas: coming soon.

Sarah Loves: Her London Fashion Week Pass (too bloody right)


Una Loves: Her Vintage Bag

Jo Loves: Her New Tattoo

Louise Loves: Her Fur Stole (snapsies)

Lady Peach Loves: Her Studded Belt

Karen Loves: Her Feather Necklace (dodgy pic - wine kicked in at that stage)

Alex Loves: Her Acne Leggings ( I love them more...)

Aisling Loves: Her NEW Shoes

Alices Loves: Her Slinky Dress (and a glass of vino)

Catherine Loves: Her (very impressive) Fringe

Rhona Loves: Her Bow Dress

Whisty Loves: Her Vintage Fur Coat

Sarah WWIWT Loves: Her Pink Headband

Jen WWIWT Loves: Her Blue Nails

We also ALL loved the cupcakes Jo Linehan made, which were practically inhaled. Models don’t eat, bloggers do. I also LOVED the deep purple lipstick I managed to pinch off Una for a quick go and was pretty happy with the results, spesh as I was worried I would look like the Mother Undead herself, as you can see in my previos post. I think it really accessorised with my drunken eyes. Anyway, it was a great night and long may many more continue (I’m suggesting a monthly event – and maybe even a touring one, but hey – I like to drink…) Links to everyone on the pictures, so have a mosey through all the gals work.


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Well it’s Monday afternoon and I’m sitting here in my pajamas still recovering from Saturday night- well actually recovering from the entire week; the entire stress-riddled, nail-biting, sleep deprived week. But the Debs was on, it was enjoyed and now its over and to be entirely honest, I’m quite relieved about that really. So as you know from a previous post, the day didn’t exactly go to plan. Well not the day exactly but everything. Everything that could go wrong, did go wrong.

The dress didn’t arrive, the tan turned green, the curls had disappeared after an hour, the bus was only booked the night before and the eyelashes were a joke. But in the end it all came together – just like some messed-up, drunken, Irish, happily-ever-after. So although I only bought the dress two days before, (and the shoes and bag the night before), it was all good and the stress was well worth it. The competition was ‘Fierce’. The style stakes were high and there was an incredible array of very different dresses – Grecian to print, silky to jersey, and very little to very big.


My dress, as you can see, was short – an unusual choice considering only 3 people were wearing short dresses. My original dress was a long, dusty pinkish dress but due to ‘unforeseen circumstances, [the dress] won’t arrive until late next week’. (Damn you House of Fraser and you’re blatant lack of regard for The Most Important Night of a Post-Leaving Cert) After a five minute ‘bitch-fit’ and a 3 minute cry, I ran over to Kildare Village and bought the first dress I tried on (yes, really!) from Karen Millen. A surprise choice as a) I never shop there and b) the dress was short and c) the colour was mint green – a risky decision if ever there was.

Anyway, unfortunately I am having severe writers block due to a lack of sleep (ok i did get 15 hours in total but right now, it definitely doesn’t feel like that) so the time has come to finish up. I need more pizza, more diet coke and a Jersey Shore marathon. Just a small note to Rosemary from The Great Débutante Debacle piece: If only I had listened to you sooner.

Editors Note: Jennie felt it important to share with you the reality of the Debs

I got meself a parka. A staple must if you will. I went for pretty-grungy and festival-grungy. Even though I didn’t make it to a festival this year. The SHAME. Read the rest of this entry »

I refuse to bid fair well to my most treasured item of summer clothing, the playsuit. My playsuits have got me through so much these past months.  Casual barbeques, slouchy beach trips, grungy festivals – even formal gatherings. I am nothing without my playsuits. My love affair with playsuits started some months ago when my mother so graciously brought me home a lovely navy playsuit with beautiful yellow and white detailing for a mere 25 yoyos. Along came the black and white floral – very casual surfer chick and from a small market shop in France. Only a tenner. I kid you not. Some more to join the pack was a lovely choral one (purchased from the same market shop in france), a very beachy denim hollister piece and a polka dot black and white bargain from Pennys, ‘borrowed’ off a friend. (yes you MAY get it back some day). Read the rest of this entry »


The ONLY jeans A/W launch was on Friday – we have more details on that to follow, but we took some piccies of our outfits. Just to confirm that we don’t actually sit around in tracksuit bottoms and over sized charity t-shirts with greasy hair and 3 day-old make-up all the time.  Gosh, that was an awfully detailed description… Read the rest of this entry »

Oh the everlasting beauty of a plain white tee. Nothing compares to that exquisite feeling of happiness after slipping on the perfect fail-safe t-shirt. It just screams YESSSSsss. Searching frantically through a warzone of clothes for anything marginally appealing to wear is unfortunately something I know to well. Throwing combinations of cropped/sequined/striped/floral/knit/silk tops in every direction possible is often ended with a simple action of fitting on an ever-reliant white tee in some shape or another. When an outfit is almost out the door and something is still not right: too fussy, too planned, too much, too tight… the answer is clear.  Read the rest of this entry »

‘What on earth could this post be about?’, I bet your asking yourselves. We have finally bitten the bullet, taken the bull by the horns, pulled our collective socks up and looked staunchly in the face of adversity: it is time to start making a public appearance in the blog. What will this entail? Giggling, mincing and twirling our way through photoshoots? No. Not quite. Unfortunately, due to our collective inability to pose unless under the influence of alcohol, we have to approach this from more of a mischievous angle. So…to the task at hand… Read the rest of this entry »

WWIWT are delighted to be featured in this months Irish Tatler Magazine (on page 62 if you want to have a gander and see it live in print).

Our total world domination plan is coming along nicely….insert manical Dr Evil style laugh Moo ha ha ha ha ha ha

It’s that time of year again for us post-Leaving Cert do’ers to shop. And no, not just to shop for the usual things – nice cosy new socks, summer jackets on sale in Penneys etc, but for a Debs Dress. As much as I do love shopping, I generally prefer the last-minute type of shopping. The type of shopping that has you scrabbling around in every pocket of every item of clothing to cobble together a few squids and thus affording that dress that you just cannot live without. But when it comes to P.T.A shopping (Pre-Thought-About shopping as I like to call it – i.e. when you have a lot of money and time and have your comfiest flats on) it never seems to work for me. Read the rest of this entry »

oh how i have missed you...

oh how i have missed you...

A week from now I will be standing in an over-crowded, smelly, disease-infested  field in the middle of nowhere. I will be ankle deep in mud,  isolated from hygiene-friendly toilets and clean, dry clothes. The only food to be consumed will be €15 hamburgers, which, strangely enough considering the price, taste pretty sick. Oh good god, the excitement is overwhelming!  This glorious event (as we all know) is known as Oxegen. Or as I like to call it OXEGENO 2K10 BABY!!!! ♥ (well not really I just thought it’d be fun to say) Read the rest of this entry »

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