It’s yonks ago now but I just unearthed this post that I forgot to publish and thought ‘what the heck!’… better late than never.
Earlier in the year I received a call asking if I would consider being featured in Prudence Magazine. Lovin’ me a bit of Prudence mag of an afternoon, I was totally flattered and didn’t ask too many questions, just let them know it sounded fun and I was in. On reflection, I probably should have listened a bit closer as it soon became apparent that the photos accompanying the article would be of my home. My home; my little, modest, oh-so-personal, home. Sometimes I don’t even like my Special Gentleman being around the place and he lives here. What on earth would they photograph? How will this be interesting? Would the photographer and editor meet by the water cooler and titter about the range of human names bestowed on far too many of my dwelling’s objects?
It’s been a while since our last Vintage Musings but as soon as I had the privilege of visiting the subject of today’s Musings’ dream-like Cork store, I knew that I needed to learn more. Emma Wynne is the ever-glamorous, ever-charming, ever-present Le Chat Noir event attendee, with a vintage wardrobe to rival any collector. Brocade & Lime is the product of her passion for enduring style from every era and has become a destination for serious fashion lovers, vintage and otherwise, throughout the country. Here Emma talks Doris Day, late-blooming and style inspiration…
Blame it on the bite in the air, blame it on the pre-holiday excitement, blame it on the blinkered haze that descends on all around you as the countdown to a trip to THE city begins but it’s all Carrie Bradshaw and ‘oh my gawd’ around these parts at the moment. Ah, New York, New York… do you ever lose your magical appeal?
Should the allure of the city ever threaten to dissipate, a sure way to rekindle the flame is to visit with a first-timer. In this case, two first timers… my only brother, The Enquiring Barista and my beautiful sister-in-law, The Consummate Australian, the latter celebrating a very special birthday which will be marked by the impending trip. In a month’s time they will leave their Melbourne home and head to San Fransisco (where Mama & Papa will await) followed by New York (where I, among others, will await. And no, it hasn’t crossed our mind that they might want to be alone for their trip… we’re fun!) The trip is made all the more exciting by the US of A being virgin territory to them both. The downside of a life lead the other side of the world means that ultimately, all of your ‘holidays’ are spent travelling home to this side of the world. The downside of a life lead with someone from the other side of the world is that destination Ireland becomes your ‘travelling’ mantra. Alleluia for milestone birthdays! Of course New York can be new every time you go; the sheer volume of places, nature of encounters and variety of people mean that every experience is new. However, knowing absolutely all of it will be for the first time for your loved-ones, makes the prospect infinitely more exciting. I cannot wait to rediscover the city that leaves such an impression on me, once again, through new eyes. And let’s face it, they literally have no idea how fat they’ll be leaving the US after 3 weeks.
From what I remember of its arrival, River Island came at a time that Grafton St was beginning to look more like Oxford St and we were about to enter our teens so were blooming well excited about it. The style mecca that was St. Stephen’s Green Shopping Centre had opened a few years previous and all of our hands were donned with ‘silver’ mood rings from Asha and bums clad in jeans from Motion Picture so we were already fancying the cut of our own jibs. We had an appetite for ‘trendy’ and were fascinated with this ‘high street’ which we read so much about. These stores, that were ever-present on the pages of Just 17, that we had seen in all their wonderful glory on a visit to the English cousins, were now actually going to be part of our sartorial landscape. Even the Dice Man couldn’t distract from these developments. The anticipation was palpable.
Although I promise myself every year that I won’t have one single thing left to buy on Christmas Eve, inevitably always find myself with a list of ‘bits’ to get. Even though I have the bright lights of Dundrum Town Centre down the road and the cosmopolitan centre of Grafton St a short Luas journey away, it is at the original retail mecca that is Stillorgan Shopping Centre where you’ll see me queuing to enter from the roadside, amid the scores of other drivers displaying varying degrees of festive cheer and last minute panic.