To Scone Me is to Love Me

Let's not beat around the orange marmalade.

The way to a girl's heart is through her stomach.

That's not right is it?

Well, if you think it's not right,

apparently you have yet to try an Irish scone.

For some reason, there's the notion that tea and scones

are a tradition limited to the English-- and while the act

does run true for the Brits, it's equally true for the Irish.

While wandering Dublin city late last Saturday afternoon,

I found myself surrounded by tea pots. From classy china,

to paper to-go containers, tea is the talk (and sip) of the town.

I tried an Earl Grey that afternoon, to fully "look the part"

and found myself face to face with a mysterious woman.

Check her out:

Let's call her Marie Antoinette.

(she looks like her, right?!)

Marie and I spent a lovely hour sipping tea

and people watching... see people below:

The cafe's menu:

Many more fun things to try

in the future!

After quenching my thirst, I discovered a hidden market

in the curvy back streets of Dublin.

From flowers to bananas, there was a lot of color and

a lot of commotion! (The banana-seller was quite adamant

about selling me her bunch, but I stood my ground)

I continued to walk across the river (River Liffy) to

Grand Social where they host a vintage market on Saturdays.

Behold, a table of glorious corsets:

While admiring the silks and sequins,

I suddenly saw a familiar face...

Sarah was at the market too!!

We tried on some fun outfits, explored the stands a bit,

and laughed over the crazy coincidence of bumping into

one another in the massive city.

Hand-made music posters.

Silk-screen tee shirts, clunky hand-made

jewelry, funky buttons and cool shades.

Cupcakes. Lot's of them. Soooooo pretty!

And finally, the vintage clothing...

A fashionista's dream and a Blast to the Past.

Keep it trendy,

Sam