Thanks be to BOD

Whoever says the number 13 is unlucky then they have never seen our man in green in action! If there's anyone who ever deserved a tribute post, it's the man himself: the legend that is Brian O'Driscoll. Christened 'BOD', he is one of the best men to come out of Ireland, and undoubtedly the best rugby player to grace the world. (I'm not biased at all...) He done us incredibly proud throughout his sensational rugby career. The Six Nations 2014 was BOD's last international tournament and I'm delighted he went out on a high and got to see the performance from home; WE WON!!! Thanks be to BOD! What a way to end it all with a nail-biting, heart thumping game against France 20-22. I wouldn't expect it any other way.

I love rugby and have always been an avid fan of propping meself up at the Irish bar in Aberdeen with a Bulmers cheering the team on. However a full-time retail doesn't share my passion or loyalty for the sport so I missed most matches this year because I'm doomed to work weekends, the joys... The upside was I have some deadly friends who kept me up-to-date on the scores on a regular basis. The one match I was randomly not working was when England beat us, and that was hard to stomach, but sure we beat the feckers' in the end! Luckily I caught his final match in Lansdowne Road (Ma recorded it for me, bless) and it was emotional to say the least with BOD's wife Amy Huberman and Sadie watching proudly in the stands at their main man. Baby Sadie most definitely takes after her aul' Da, sure just look at that endearing frown!

I was lucky enough to have the chance to hold the Six Nations Cup last week in Aberdeen. I would have been none the wiser it was there only for a customer I was serving was with the team parading it around the country. It bodes well to have some banter in work! I predicted that soon the Irish lads would have their filthy paws all over it, and low and behold, I was right!

All hail BOD, retired but never forgotten.

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Words of Wisdom?

This post is an apology for the lack of communication recently, as I have moved off the radar and back home to Co. Kildare (only for a sneaky holiday, mind)! Thoughts of 'where is my life going?', 'what path to choose?', and more endless possibilities have been floating around in my head for months now. So much so that I have completely disregarded London & Paris Fashion Week - something I am not proud of... I find decisions difficult, decisions to decide irritating, and commitment fearful. 'Indecisiveness' is my middle name, much to my frustration!

Scotland has been my home for almost 5 years, so I wonder is it time for a change of scenery? I followed Robert Frost's inspiring poem and took 'The Road Not Taken'; I uprooted my life and set up home in the Scottish hills to study what I was passionate about. I spread my wings and moved country, an unorthodox and scary notion. I became independent and free, made life-long friends who I will always cherish, and obtained a 2:1 degree in Fashion Management in the process.

Thoughts of travel has always beckoned me, whispering words of persuasion into my ears late at night. The opportunity to experience new cities and cultures; the chance to meet new and interesting people; to discover 'Who I Am', and so forth. Inter-railing around Europe offers the chance to make invaluable memories, new friends, and some questionable decisions. 

Moving back to Ireland would mean no rent (a chance to save for travelling). Home means free food and shelter, no worries. Home means being with family and friends, and not having to miss out on important and special events. I could learn to drive, because not knowing at the age of 22 sounds outrageous. I could explore all areas of fashion, apply for internships and pursue a career with something I am truly passionate. Retail is way overrated... 

I could dare to 'dream the impossible dream' and write. I could apply for positions in Dublin magazine houses, or Newspapers, writing fashion related and future trends articles. From a young age I always embraced my English homework, and got carried away writing short stories - once my teacher sellotaped £2 in my English copy because he enjoyed the 12 page story so much. I was 10. I spent summers' as a child writing stories, but never managed to finish them, or give them a deserving enough ending. What if moving home meant I could finally finish a story of mine? I could tell my story. Would anyone even want to read my story?

It's decision time, lads. 

Any words of wisdom?

raebelle

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Oscars 2014

Before I start waffling on and analysing the Oscars I feel to compelled to comment on the spectacle that is Jennifer Lawrence. J-Law has no fault in my books, nor can she do no wrong. Despite falling (ever so graciously) at the Oscars... Again! And she didn't even gain the Best Supporting Actress award for her outrageously hilarious performance in American Hustle to comfort her. Such a trooper! She needn't fret over the loss though seeing as the film failed to pick up a single award... I will overlook the incident purely because her choice of guna was phenomenal. I love the vibrant colour of this stunning Dior dress and have always had soft spot for peplum-waisted styles.

Leo DiCaprio... When will his time come ?? He is a true star in my eyes and his performance in The Wolf of Wall Street had me in stitches! From Titanic, to Blood Diamond, Great Gatsby to now. Leo has demonstrated he can adapt to any role and play the character justice. What else can he do to gain the title and prestigious award he so rightly deserves!? Maybe next year Leo...

Don't get me wrong though, I am not disputing the fact that Matthew McConaughey didn't deserve the honour of his award because his portrayal of a homophobic Cowboy in Dallas Buyers' Club was sensational. Not to mention McConaughey's drastic weight loss in the process of filming for the role. His dedication to honour the character earned his right for an Oscar.

I was also delighted for Jared Leto picking up the award for Best Supporting Actor. His performance of a HIV positive transgender Rayon in Dallas Buyers' Club was powerfully moving and he proved his acting capability sublimely.

Gravity walked away with the most awards of the evening. Sandra Bullock is my girl crush, and it also helped the silver haired fox himself George Clooney was present in this film, but seriously I don't see what all the fuss is about? Yes alright, so the severity of working in space was clearly illustrated and was scary, and the actors' were incredible, but the film itself moved at a snail's pace...

I was intrigued by 12 Years a Slave so took it upon myself to watch it this morning to see what all the fuss was about. I wasn't disappointed. However, it was Micheal Fassbender who stole the show for me. But that may just be me being incredibly biased and supporting a fellow Irish lad? Lupita Nyong'o performance was inspiring and powerfully demonstrated the character's torment and heartache. She most definitely deserved picking up the Best Supporting Actress award. It didn't hurt that her baby blue Prada dress was sensational either...

I have to end this blog post with what is possibly the best tweet ever! Ellen DeGeneres herself has cemented her title of being a pure ledge' by breaking a world record and crashing twitter in the process with the hype of this infamous selfie she posted mid Oscars...



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