The Style Cave

  This week I almost killed a pedestrian. Like really almost killed her. I was driving in my car down the Lisburn  Road, belting it ou...

I rarely buy things on a whim. Usually the process is quite methodical; I pick the item off the rail and go to the changing room for an ...

Tonight I'm heading to the MAC theatre in Cathedral Quarter to see Sweet Charity with the  FABB  ladies and, if you scroll down, ...

 I enjoy summer in Northern Ireland. Despite the gentlemen with their taps aff, ladies with their baps out, excessive sweating and su...

It's hard to determine whether it's just coincidence or an eerie fashion foresight but somehow Karl's cruise collection seeme...

I was having lunch with my boyfriend today and that weird thing happened where I thought he was staring at my hair but wasn't entire...

God, this weather is shite. It's warm but it's miserable and you don't know whether you're damp from rain or sweat. E...

I like granny clothes. I like Laura Ashley dresses, thick cardigans, a sensible heel and thermal underwear. And, I admit it; some ti...

When my alarm went off last Tuesday morning, two things sprung to mind to wake me fully from that sleepy i-want-to-stay-in-bed daze; Met...