Gaelic Girls: Dublin Diva Catelynby Gaelic Girl Catelyn
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- Gaelic Girls in Dublin - Catelyn’s first impression of fashion in Dublin
Dublin: To me, as an American woman in Ireland, Irishmen never grow up.
Everything with most of the men (or boys, rather) that I have met here is "for a laugh" and a "skit," which basically means that if you’re not laughing at yourself or your friends doing stupid, immature things, then you’re a right bore!
Excuse me while I try to distinguish between the twelve-year-old boy in you and the grown man you’re supposed to be.
I was born into an Irish-American family in Pennsylvania and, as a child, I always wanted to be a fashion designer. I believe it probably stemmed from my love of all things Barbie. Not only was Barbie beautiful, but she had the most amazing collection of clothes. You could mix and match skirts and tops with high-heels, handbags, and jewelry. There was no shortage of good looks for Barbie.
As I got older, I still loved fashion but had replaced my penchant for Barbie with an obsession for glossy magazines – a proclivity I still hold today. From these “research” publications, I learned about fabrics, cut, and fit. However, I lived in a small town - a place where fashion would be best described as more bargain-basement than haute couture. I wanted to start designing but I needed some motivation. I moved to NYC three years ago to attend design school, but even that began to feel stale after a while.