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What is it with flowers reminding me of exam time? As soon as I spied these tulips in my sister's garden, Sylvia Plath's heart-breaking poem came to mind. Granted, these aren't red, but still. Photographing tulips is both fun and frustrating. They are just
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As pretty and fresh and cherry blossoms are, they always strike a teensy bit of fear into my heart. And I'm sure many former and current UCD students feel the same. Why so, you ask? Cherry blossoms, in UCD land, mean one thing: looming exams. Seeing those pretty,
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Apologies for the overload of Ethan images this week on the blog! In order to get it out of my system, I've made a wee slideshow of shots from our Phoenix Park trip. If you haven't already OD-ed on toddler cuteness, feel free to indulge here.
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"Oh look, your lens seems a bit dirty..." "Here, let me clean it for you." "That's much better, right?"
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You know you've had a good weekend when there's a tupperware container of chopped carrots and cucumbers in your bag... Friday, Yvonne and I had a delightfully girly evening of home-made cocktails and home-baked cupcakes. Very Carrie Bradshaw meets Betty Draper. After a trip to see
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I don't normally banter away in Spanish on the blog, but that little phrase kept coming to me when I was shooting these flowers. I think it was one of those school crush Valentine's phrases boys would write: "Tu eres como una rosa, fino y
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Sigh. It's Tuesday, the long weekend is behind us and we have to cram five days work into four. Do you know what might cheer you up? These shots of Ethan and the little Easter baskets we made at the weekend for him to give to his aunts,
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Just a quick note to wish you all a Happy Easter. Hope the bunny brings lots of tasty chocolate treats! I'll be egg hunting with Ethan (weather-permiting), scoffing some choc, and watching my absolute favourite easter movie. Nevermind Fred and Ginger, Fred and Judy were pretty great too.
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Say hello to Captain Socks / Chairman Miaow. He belongs to my friends Sorcha and Eoghan, and they coudn't agree on a name so now he has two. Although these days, I think Sorcha's choice - Captain Socks - has won out. The Captain will come over
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I'm back from the Irish Blog Awards, and although I didn't win (the incredibly deserving Red Mum did), I still had an amazing night with fellow blog ladies Michelle, Pamela and Ciara. Congrats to all the winners, especially Donal, the Beaut.ie girls, Nialler9 and the
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A little while ago, my mum gave me the coolest gift. It was folder containing little scraps, snippets and clippings of my life. She'd been collecting them pretty much since I was born. There was a napkin from my christening party. My first passport. Notes from parent-teacher meetings.
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William Wordsworth was on to something. There is something undeniably mood-lifting about daffodils. Be it their cheery yellowness, the speed at which they bloom, or how they look so delicate and pretty but are actually quite robust. I am thoroughly enjoying the fling with spring that Dublin has been having.
