Molly Bloom knows style

Dublin style was under wraps (and raincoats) during our visit. There was a cold snap during our stay and it rained every day. Like San Franciscans, Dubliners own some nice outer layers. Lots of belted car coats for the ladies and Euro car racer-style jackets for the dudes.

Women are still rocking the pointy-toed shoes, especially flats. When in Europe I always marvel that women can navigate those uneven medieval streets in heels and Dublin is no exception. Lots of women were in boots but blame that on the rain. Luxury denim and big earrings were other notable trends. I was charmed by all the hipsters carrying the cane-style umbrellas, very dapper.

There was one style “don’t” that I saw too often: Oompa-Loompa orange fake tans. I don’t mind tan in a can so long as it doesn’t look like a fake tan. Believe me, fair ladies, I understand the desire to be less chalky. If I had a freckle for every time someone commented on my complexion by asking if I’m Irish… oh, wait. I have those freckles and then some. But if your orange legs are the first things I see when you’re wearing a minidress, the fake tan is not a success.

Despite all intentions to hit Top Shop, I never made it. I wanted to check out Kate Moss’ line and maybe pick up a few inexpensive trendy bits. But it was not to be. My lone fashion purchase of the trip is a pair of skivvies I picked up at the Guinness storehouse with Tookie the Toucan printed on the bum.