Who’d have thought an Egyptian face peeping out over the Bank of Ireland’s door in Dun Laoighaire would cheer me up this morning!

Pearls and a little black do make magic- usually when Coco Chanel has something to do with it. I like this outfit styled in the window of Brown Thomas its the perfect assortment of good and bad taste, classic with cool and masculine with feminine which makes all desire a quilted 2.55 bag and pearls interlaced with CCs.

This is Cameron, he is one of the first friends I made in London. In this shot I have him dressed in 1930s garb, I see him as a Sebastian Flyte kinda guy, his life is an endless circle of parties with a teddy bear in tow but Cameron’s teddy is called Robert and not Aloyouis. Cameron was one of the actors who took part in my Lost Fashion History of South William Street tableaux in 2011 for ABSOLUT Fringe 2011, working the 1930s look, a fashionable ghost on the steps of the Powerscourt Townhouse Centre on South William Street.

I love this image which is on a billboard outside The National Library on Kildare Street. Its uncanny how everything is architecturally is exactly the same. All that has changed is the fashion. The billboard shows a life size image of this woman walking towards the Library in the exact location it was taken. It’s magic. Go down and take a look!

This is Hugh’s cottage in Curracloe. Its a beautiful mix of old leather chairs, books, busts and generally fabulous bric-a-brac from Napoleon’s bust to the wooden dresser in the kitchen. My friends Annik and Hugh use it holiday home as its a short walk to the beach and the world famous Curracloe Barn Dance!

Inspired by the blog Simply Breakfast I felt the need for a decadent Saturday treat, so out came great-great granny’s china and silver tea-pot, an old recipe for pancakes by Hugh Fearnley-Whittingstall and some Solaris tea (my very good school friend’s Karin Wieland and Joerg Muller’s organic range). Tea served piping hot in a china tea-cup and pancakes with maple syrup. Delicieux!

The humble sprout! Not a big favourite with many but I have to admit I love them either cooked or raw. Here are some I picked from my Dad’s vegetable patch just in time for Christmas Day. Hugh Fearnley Whittingstall does marvellous things with them here… Happy Christmas to all and to all a good night.

If these boots could talk they would tell quite a tale! They’re handmade with real pieces of magic Moroccan carpet. I bought them in 2003 on a backpacking trip I took with my best friends. A journey that has many a funny story I can tell you! One of our favourite pit-stops in Morocco was to the Souks that were at the heart of every town. I spotted these handmade boots on a stall in the Marrakesh Souk and spent 2 days pretending to sip mint tea and haggling for them until the exhausted seller caved in and said “she is like Berber” to my friends, meaning I was driving a VERY hard bargain. I have worn and adored them ever since. They’ve spent two years in the wardrobe, until today that is, when I figured they were prefect for trudging the snow of Sligo

Baggot Street in Dublin has always had a special place in my heart, not only because it is a beautiful boulevard but because it is THE very first street I lived on in Dublin. It’s got it all- Georgian grandeur, a sweep of Parisian-style trees, cafes, banks, skate-boarding locations and the odd little curiosity shop like Brooks & Co, which is a veritable Aladdin’s cave of weird and wonderful things. The cheeky chap above caught my eye on a jaunt today! Not so sure what he is, he could be a cup, a Toby jug or maybe a money box? Je ne sais pas?

This gorgeous 1930s style soda syphon was saved (by me) when we sold my Granny’s house. I’ve been hanging on to it for far too long now and reckoned it would be perfect for my Dublin Flea Market stall. i

Lady Lavery is one of the many unsung Irish style icons (perhaps because she was in fact an American with Anglo-Irish parents!) But what does that matter in the world of fashion. Her extraordinarily beautiful face graced our pound note and looked down at us from Sir John Lavery’s paintings at The National Gallery for long enough to have entered the Irish psyche.

Get thee to Bibi’s cafe! The prettiest, most inviting cafe in all of Dublin. Having just returned from London I was feeling withdrawal symptoms from my favourite French cafe La Bouche on Broadway Market but Bibi’s has more than comforted.

Teddy’s is the last of the old-school ice-cream joints in Dublin/Dun Laoghaire. A must on a visit to the pier even if the evil winds are blowing in off the Irish sea. I captured these two ladies with my Lomo camera catching up on a good auld gossip. Deck chairs, freezing cold ice-cream and freezing cold temperatures. A perfect Irish Sunday afternoon, non?