Like a blue-arsed fly.

It's been a busy busy week.

There was breakfasting with the fashion blogger crew at BT2 in Dundrum last Saturday morning, organised by Annmarie (who was off imparting pearls of style wisdom in Kildare Village at her "Fashion Me Fabulous" style masterclass. Fancy or wha'!)

Now technically, it was the monthly Fashion Bloggers Brunch but lookit, I am not going to call 10am of a Saturday brunchtime.

In between attacking enormous double chocolate muffins, sinking gallons of tea, and trying to avert mine eyes from the lash and manicure bars lest temptation should overtake me, I met new-to-these-meet-ups bloggers Nicky of Nicky's Rag Tales, Cathy of The Style Strutter and Aliz of White Rabbit. For such an early hour, there was an excellent turn-out: Cillian of Male Mode, Garrett of Indigo & Cloth and Conor of Connector.ie were reprezentin' for the boys, and Arsheen of Fashion Filosofy, Blanaid of Blanaid.com, Sinead of The Savvy Shopper, Catherine and Lillian of This Is An Offshoot and Ailbhe of Bluebirds Are So Natural were all there too - each and every last one of them looking far too cool for that hour of a Saturday. Big thanks to Aoife and Analeigh in BT2 for hosting us (and for the lovely and very generous goodie bags!)

I'd a great time and should really make the effort to go to these things more often.

Then it was off with us to The Beaut.ie Buke Launch at the BT mothership on Graftno Street. (Typo in homage to predictive text fully intended.) Amy Huberman was on hand to do the necessary - and I can tell you that she has the most fabulous skin and superb taste in brógaí if the amazing studded sandals she was wearing on the day are anything to go by - and Aisling was signing copies of the tome in an appropriately gorgeous studded black French Connection dress (more than a touch of frock envy there. It. Was. Fab.)

The whole thing was a roaring success.The place was absolutely freakin' jammers - yay! - with hundreds and hundreds of ladies lining up clutching their shiny new copies of "The Beaut.ie Guide To Gorgeous" to score an autograph.

It seems there were peeps snapping away all day, so sure here's a mini "What I Weared" for the craic:

From White Rabbit

From Beaut.ie

The goods:
- Grey & silver sparkle peep-toe slingbacks: Stradivarius
- Skinny jeans to get caught underheel (but, weirdly, only on one foot) on account of slingbacks: Topshop
- Grey cardi with silver sequin & net shoulder detail: Penneys
- Coral vest top: H&M
- Silver sequin mini skinny scarf yoke worn as belt: Marks & Spencer
- Corsage (just seen on "belt"): A|Wear
- Striped scarf which represents 100% of the cashmere content of my wardrobe: Marks & Spencer

The rest of the week has passed in a blur of trying to clear my desk and my work "To Do" list and worrying if there are things that I've forgotten to put on the "To Do" list. Oh, and trying to plan/pack/gather my few meagre words of Spanish (because there is no point confusing myself with trying to start into Catalan) for Barcelona.

Olé!

My Fashionable(ish) Life.

Well this has been a weekend of contrasts on a few fronts! There was the weather: crisply cold but dry and gorgeously sunny on Saturday, pelting with snow on Sunday. But that's ok with me, I *love* snow. It's such a treat to get properly pretty OMG-it-is-sticking! snow in Ireland. Sort of in line with that was what I did with myself for the two days: on Saturday, I dolled myself up in a Chupi frock and some Irregular Choice heels and headed towards The Clarence Hotel in Dubbalin town for the 7th Fashion Blogger's Breakfast Brunch. There was talk of Fashion Weeks in London and Paris and discussion about Dior Homme and what would become of daycent indiginous Irish designers in the recession, between sips of tay and coffee and OJ and pink champagne and nibbling at nibblies and squeaking with delight at the contents of the Clarins goodie bags and proposals for theming these fashionable get togethers (Fashion Filosofy's Arsheen, who was channeling her inner Gossip Girl, was seriously on fiya on that front.) I finally met the lovely Tcup of Red Lemonade In Real Life, having chatted with her lots on the daily Beaut.ie Blather. When The Clarence finally ejected us, a band of the hard core daytime party animals headed for the café in the IFC for, er, tea and minerdals.

Today, I nipped to the Centra around the corner with Himself and The Dog, and on the way back slipped in the two inches or so of snow while running at full tilt towards Himself with a snowball poised for launch. Mor-to. I then spent a good portion of the afternoon with a credit card in one hand - I know, sounds good so far - and a steam iron in the other, trying to convince the pile of the carpet in the landing to unflatten itself.

Oh, the glamour!!!