Denim and Lace

The tail end of Ireland's winter weather (characterised by that delectable stretch in the evenings - the basis of many a conversation) is requiring me to abandon my trusty uniform of black and heavy layers for the looming summer months. Yes, the beginning of May plagued the country with a monsoon to rival those of India, but I know it's finally time to ditch the familiarity and reliability of chunky sweaters and jeans in favour of the less-forgiving world of bare legs, flowing materials and light colours.

Believe me, s/s 12's palpable obsession with all things sugar, spice and everything nice and irony-laced, Courtney Love-esque prom queen prim has been my favourite theme of any season since my fascination of the world of fashion engulfed me. However, like I've said before, I'm no slave to trends but my god, those powdered blues, sherbet yellows and princess-fairy pinks are enough to make my mouth water. I want nothing more than to embrace my four year old girliness with open arms.
Consider this outfit as a transitory step.

My sister's Confirmation (they grow up so fast) proved the prime event to crash test this baby. It was typically Baltic out and my legs suffered to say the least - in fact, you can see the formation of a cold-induced scowl on my face. It could be my subconscious desire to be Cecilia Lisbon, floating about in her short duration of the Virgin Suicides in her ragged, slanty-hemmed lace wedding dress, or how the innocence of white and lace together seems to suit my equally innocent nature - as I've countlessly been described as by others.
I'm not partial to dressing to the nines, I quite detest it actually. I prefer simplicity; scuffed brogues over heels, Levi's jacket over a polished blazer and daring to go au naturale. 17 years old and I embody a pre-pubescent child - I love it.

Levi's denim jacket - Vintage

Lace dress - Zara

Brogues - Office

Frilly socks - Topshop

Luck: [noun] - chance considered as a force that causes good or bad things to happen.

A cancelled trip to the cinema turned out to be a successful day of thrifting and discovering hidden gems that I would normally turn a blind eye to in all my haste to get somewhere else.
Accompanied with my partner in crime, Shannon (who finally bought her Creepers, to which I had to beg for her to give me lendsies-and-never-give-backsies), I managed to find some lovely things for which I can proudly boast "I DIDN'T GET THIS FROM URBAN OUTFITTERS OR TOPSHOP" with a triumphant air of pure smugness about me.

First is an acid wash denim jacket. I adore the tacky, late-80's look. Anything that makes me look like an extra from Saved by the Bell. This does the job. After leaving Urban Outfitters -unwilling to pay over €35 for a tshirt- a quick chance, hence the post title, scope into a little second hand shop across the road led to my accidental meeting with this one of a kind beauty. I danced around the shop with it, probably embarrassing the hell out of Shannon, and took to wearing it straight away. I really don't like taking it off.

As we left, two giggling schoolgirls indulging in some retail therapy, we were halted by a Brazillion woman who ran a blog about her life in Ireland for people in Brazil and asked could she take our picture because she wanted to see what people in Ireland wore. It felt nice being "papped" but unfortunately the picture turned out terrible - please ignore my silly pout and awkward poise. I'll never be a model, but i really love what I was wearing that day.

We concluded our "lucky" streak with a, what we said would be quick, visit to a flea market at the Grand Social bar across the Ha'Penny bridge -stopping to admire the "Troll Below" as contraversial as it is. Peronsally, I love it. Shows that even in such a boring city where everyone is down in the dumps, that someone has a sense of humour out there.

 The flea market captivated us with it's many treasures. Spotted a cute little pair of moccassins slippers for €5,  RECESSION BUSTA. But I ended up spending my last tenner on this babin' -may not be in dictionaries- leather rucksack. Oh, how I love it so. And thanks Shannon for lending me €2 which I am yet to pay back
Yours sincerely,
Your seriously skint friend.