Saturday, 28 November 2015


I used to listen to RX Bandits flat out when I was a teen (hence the title of this post). Recently I have been slipping back into old favourites, like Brand New, Usher, oooold Biffy Clyro, Justin Timberlake and Paramore. An eclectic mix for a teen who could never make up her mind on what fashion she loved. I dabbled with every hair colour, wearing tutus as casual day-wear, and ball gown dresses with Emily the Strange docs. I think / hope we can all see that I have moved on from those questionable choices.

Which brings me to my next item; these Snake-skin look stiletto platforms. Even saying those words makes me shudder. What more of a juxtaposition could you have from the scene teenager sporting eye-liner all down her face, to what sounds quite glam rock, or dare I say, something that a fallen women might opt for.

But I tell you what, these bad boys are actually pretty great. I remember back to when I started going clubbing in my under-aged years. I rocked a good heel or two in my time, and they weren't too unlike these guns, and I did it in confidence. I had no fear of falling flat in my face, and really did the whole dressing beyond your years thing pretty darn well. I could probably do with a lesson or two from seventeen year old me yenno.

Now, a sophisticated twenty-something takes to the tiles, a little shaky, but feeling pretty god damn sexy in general. It takes a lot for me to say that, because I think I am about as sexy as an OAP's unshaven calve sleeved in saggy socks. But there you go; reach a little beyond your usual fashion favourites and you might just find yourself looking in the mirror and saying "oh hey deeeer good lookin'!"

Check out the heels HERE, or visit ONLINEAVENUE.COM for some pretty inexpensive shoes!


Monday, 23 November 2015


I was introduced through a friend to someone as being a writer. I was very confused and frankly just never would of marked myself talented enough to even be considered a writer. Sure, I do this VENT thing like once a week or so, but there's never too much substance to it. It's very digestible, and I'm sure it's interesting enough (otherwise, sure what are you even doing here now?), but it's not exactly the kind of thing that makes you go - 'Hmm, that was a very well written piece of work that I will think about down the line".

Yeah yeah, sometimes I write about things that are close to the heart and maybe take a lot more out of me to write, but most of the time it comes out of me like word vomit and I don't have to put much thought into it. Like even right now, I don't really have a specific outcome for writing this, it is just popping into my head and my hands are typing it out as fast as physically possible before my stream of thought changes to something completely irrelevant. But, it can't be that hard a thing to do, can it? Most people I know have kept a diary of sorts growing up at one stage or another, and this is just my version of Dear Diary.

Something I have always appreciated was the writing that goes behind lyrics and music. It can sometimes speak to me on such a personal level, I wonder if the musician has access to my brain at night. It sometimes can be so ridiculous, or genius, sad or joyful. It's no different from writing a blog post, except that you must have the talent to carry it off and musical abilities.  I tried my hand at it a while back when myself and some chummies wrote a song for the #FreeTheNipple campaign (HERE) and I really enjoyed it. But recently I wanted to see if I could write something really personal and translate it into a song. I even wrote the music and everything. Now, I'm not exactly calling myself a musician here, in any way, shape or form, but it has been an interesting experiment and I am excited to see it through. I teamed up with my bud Brendan Seamus again and we have just finished the demo and are all set to record it now. It's very strange to see it change from me sitting at my laptop and fiddling about with my ukulele in the bath, to a real thing that other people will hear instead of read. It freaks me out a lot to be honest. I don't know how musicians release albums, upon albums of this stuff - it's terrifying.

I'll maybe just stick to hiding behind a laptop screen from now on, pretending to know about being a 'writer', listening to music from the real artists who know what their doing.

Saturday, 21 November 2015


Every year at Christmas, I get so flippin' stoked about hitting up the Christmas Market at city hall in Belfast. I normally end up going every other day and having lunch with friends, or for beers at night in the Laverys tent. It is extortionate prices for the likes of a quick bite between shifts at work, and the beer is the same as you would get in any standard bar but twice the price. But you aren't paying for that, you are spending dimes on Christmas my friend.

When you wrap up all snuggly in your coat and scarf with some cute mittens, there's no place you fit in better than on the grounds of city hall, among the lights, carols and Christmas magic. I just love getting in the mood for the festive season, and I flippin' love dressing for it too!

The hunt begins for the perfect Christmas dress to end the year with a bang, and start the new one looking great! I was sent this dress from The Weekend Doll. The independent online retailer blossomed from the owners personal love for vintage inspired fashion, and grew from being a small vintage stall at fairs to what it is today. The shop has a fabulous range of beautiful dresses for all occasions, as well as work wear with a twist. I love it so much! This dress, (FOUND HERE) was from the spring summer collection, and is actually a wee day dress. I loved styling it in a festive way to pull it through the seasons and work perfectly in the current season. It is just the most perfect fit, length and is exactly what I will be wearing on Christmas day with my family.

I had a look through their website for a more night-time look dress and I found this absolutely stunning RED DRESS. It is just perfect for any festive outtings, and it would even make a perfect crimbo present for a gal pal! 

Whats your most perfect Christmas dress? Do you have a favourite like me? I just keep digging out the most beautiful red tutu prom dress every year and it looks amazing paired with my tacky Christmas Jumper!

Thursday, 19 November 2015



They have been said to be the biggy of 2016, and I have already seen plenty of bloggers near and far take to the streets wearing them. They are terrifying to style, and definitely feel strange to wear, but GODDAMN DOES MY BUTT LOOK GOOD!

Flared jeans are being taken straight from the seventies to bring some hippy vibes to the shelves of the high-streets. Wearing slim cut black on black is getting a shake up and all sorts of famous fashionistas are turning to flares for a major wardrobe update (with Vanessa Hudsen being queen of hip-chic of course).

I styled my own pair from Glamour Outfitters with a bohemian chic blouse from Next and platforms. I accessorized, as anyone from the seventies would of; with key-hole sunnies and a tasselled bag. It was such a fun look!

I still remember my first pair. I wanted to be like Nelly Furtado. I got them from Tammy Girl (man! do you remember Tammy? That was the place to go if you were a cool cat!). I loved them so much and my mother wouldn't let me wear them until after Christmas. Then I wore them flat out, until they became frayed and I grew inches taller. It was a sorrow-filled goodbye.
Now at the age of 23, I don't think I will be growing much taller than I am now (however not much can be said about my width), so hopefully these boys will be wearable for the next few years as the trend comes back. Well I hope so, because, MAN SERIOUSLY, LOOK AT MY BUTT. I'm feeling so J-Lo.

I seriously cringe over myself so much on a daily basis. This is one of those times. #butt


If you are lovin' these and are prepared for the new season, why not grab the exact same pair HERE from Glamour Outfitters?! I wore a size 10, and they were a perfect fit! (I know we all hate buying jeans online, because the internet sometimes lies, but not this time, pinkie promise!).

Wednesday, 18 November 2015


I'm pretty terrible at owning up to myself about how much I dislike m'self. Now, don't get me wrong, I am a while woman for putting myself down; I'm forever hating on my spotty chin and love handles - hell, if you asked me to make a list of 100 things I hate about myself I would write all physical traits that I find most unpleasant. But when it comes to looking at how I think and act I try to pretend I am stronger than I am.

For the longest time my best friend got the tail end of my shitty approach at mental health. I was rolling with the "fake it 'til you make it" thing (which by the way, isn't how aaanyone should ever deal with their issues). Putting off and hiding away my problems behind a smile wasn't changing anything, and in the end it only pushed me off the edge.
I came to accept that I wasn't in fact a strong person at all. I was pretty weak, and I was running away from everything like the coward I am. I had been to countless therapy sessions, I seen the whole shabang thinking "okay so this is what other people do to deal with their problems, so now that means I know what I am at, and I will always feel like this. I'm sure I can do that because I am strong!"

I am a wee liar. I was ringing my best friend at all hours of the morning when he was away on the other side of the world clearly unable to do much for me. It happened too often, and after each "I am dying what the fuck" session, he would get at me for not taking therapy seriously. This has gone on for well over a year now. How ridiculous is that? Even thinking about it makes me laugh at how much of a joke I am.

But here, last month marked the day I realised I just needed to face up to things and get REAL help. I needed to tell people how I was really feeling, instead of what I thought they wanted to hear. I had to own up to my parents just how bad things were, and it was heartbreaking. I visited a fantastic charity based in Belfast called PIPS who have had a massive effect on my life. I started going to CBT and laying all my shit out on the table, and now I am 100% honest about what is working and what is a waste of time.

It's working.

I believe this huge change for me isn't just down to how I have reached out for help; it's about acceptance. I am being to accept what has happened in the past through a decent and thorough reflection, I am understanding better, and accepting myself and where I am in my life. I am starting to accept positivity into my life instead of always dwelling on the lows and failures. NO PROBLEM WAS EVER RESOLVED WITH NEGATIVITY. 

Change is scaring the fuck out of me. I am really going it alone this time (and yes, I know my chummies are 100% behind me, even as I melt their brains for the next while). I feel like I have said I will change, approximately 84653 times here on Vent, but it can be hard to explain the difficulties of battling with your own mind every day. However, this time I will do it. I'm still a wee root, but I am starting to really deal better with my thoughts, and I'm not as much of a nightmare as I was a few months ago. So I guess everything's coming up Milhouse!

Point of this post? Well, if you are having a rough ol' time and are visiting a counsellor or therapist, don't just go for the sake of it. Don't hide what you're really feeling or thinking, and if it really isn't working, you have got to be honest instead of lying to yourself about being grand if you know you're not. You deserve so much more from life, even if you do have to go through it with a spotty chin like me!

Thursday, 12 November 2015



I love it. SOOO. much. The costumes, the decorations and the pure terror-ific fun. (yep, I went there).

This Halloween has been my absolute favourite, at the ripe ol' age of 23. My friends and I really got into the spirit of things (as you may have noticed in my last kodak moments) as we attended the Paranormal tour in Crumlin road Gaol, had sparklers and went all out on our costumes.

The Paranormal Tour was..not what we were expecting. We may of turned up a little intoxicated and really for actors to jump out at us and scare the beejeebus out of us - but unfortunately it wasn't one of those kind of tours (totally gutted). The guide took the whole thing faaar too serious and we could smell his hatred for us. It was a little bit of a flunk, but we still had a lot of fun. I would definitely be up for attending the regular tour of the jail as the whole thing was very interesting, though disturbing in parts.

We also visited the cinema to watch the new Paranormal Activity film. Now, I love a good scare, and even more so when it's a jumpy movie, but god bless those other people in the theatre as the smell of shite and fear from the back row must of been most unpleasant.

And actual Halloween night was filled with adventures and flippin' fantastic costumes. We checked out my mates gig and found that they were all dressed as Simpsons characters, which was cracker, and hit up a few other venues.
I think my favourite bit about Halloween is the fact that everyone who celebrates it, really goes all out and it's like a Christmas where we all get to pretend to be children and throw questionable shapes on the dancefloor without worrying how silly we look. Everybody gets a bit loosey goosey and it's the best.

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