If I feel a little lost or disgruntled or upset, I Google 'inspirational quotes' and I feel better. There is one for every eventuality and, although they're cheesy and I sometimes feel I'm turning into Oprah, they give me something I need in that moment.Collection: Inspirational
I wouldn't get Botox because mainly I think it looks pretty rubbish. You still look your age, just more... Botoxed. A little frozen. Kind of stuck in gear. Shiny. Shocked.Collection: Age
It's hard sometimes - to shake yourself off, say out loud the things you dream of - but taking that chance, that leap of faith, that bravery will always pay off.Collection: Faith
In 2007, an ex-boyfriend took me to see The Rolling Stones in Slane. It was sunny and I was wearing a Topshop jacket and wellies I got that morning in Penneys. So far, so normal... until he arranged for us to be picked up in his garden in a helicopter.
I save images of houses covered in herbs and shrubs and exotic leafy stalks. I imagine a domestic goddess living among the greenery. The type of woman who demands you remove your shoes before entering the 'space.' She wears a kimono.
My inability to keep a plant alive is a source of great amusement for my friends. It's pathetic, embarrassing. I mean, I can't even keep mint and that stuff would grow in a barren womb.
I grew up an Irish Catholic - which I now have mixed feelings about - so went to mass. As we got older, Mum and Dad left us four girls at home.
Double denim is a combination that has stood the test of time. Classic and unconventional at once, the workingman's fabric that has infiltrated the world of high fashion.
I was working as a stylist when I was approached to talk about celebrity style and trends on some fashion programmes.
I love tailoring and strong lines mixed with statement accessories. Although I do hobo chic exceptionally well on a Sunday morning.
I like independent boutiques where there are niche labels that can't be found everywhere, and fill the gaps in high street stores like COS, Topshop and Zara. I also love Selfridges for the food hall and incredible designer selection.
Just coming home, shutting the door and hanging out with my husband and daughter is a great de-stresser.
I have tried to do the vegan and vegetarian thing but the social awkwardness of it, from my point of view, I just couldn't cope with: feeling like I had to ring in advance and get a friend to cook a second meal for me.
There is no situation, no party, no interaction made worse by the addition of a candy-coloured wig, yet we don't do it often enough.
Apart from flamingos, pineapples are my favourite motif. They're up there with cacti and palm trees as my most used emojis.
There is a collective rejoicing when Beyonce pictures emerge that show her with a hairy upper lip and some mild acne; Cindy Crawford with cellulite almost breaks the Internet; it's like we need to see these perfect people with their perfect lives unmasked. To know that they're really like us, just maybe a bit luckier.
The ones who are prepared to reveal themselves and their lives appear to be the ones we cling to. They seem brave and vulnerable, their ability to unveil themselves - warts and all - seems oddly inspiring, if a little reckless.
We want to see 'real' women. Women who represent us, who are the same as us, who look and feel and seem like us. Women who share our problems, our joys and our lives. We are not content anymore with a nameless face no matter how beautiful, a clotheshorse with a vacant stare will not sell anything to us anymore.
In the world of celebrity, life is a bit mental. You are treated like a giant (although sometimes scary) baby. You are pampered and protected, people give in to your every whim, say yes to your every request because they're afraid you'll cry or scream or throw a tantrum and, frankly, it's embarrassing.
There is something utterly magical about a pair of metallic shoes, make them ankle boots and the magic doubles.
Ideas are unpredictable and unreliable. You need to grab them while you can, whenever they present themselves.
I have my most brilliant and creative ideas when I'm counting sheep. I wish I could nod off but instead my mind is abuzz with solutions and projects.
When I have a night of fitful brainstorming, I embrace it. I open my notebook and let it all pour out.
If you become too aware of people looking at you, and worrying about what they think, it's exhausting.
I always think I look like a bit of a hobo. I'm fine on the TV, but in real life I'm a bit dishevelled.
We do it every day in every situation, no matter what weather we're talking about it. We go on and on, and on about the skies and the wind and the precipitation. We are obsessed with the weather. The way it falls, how it blows, is it hot, is it not?
Weather is the bane of our lives, a collective national obsession and the thing you talk about when natural, interesting conversation escapes you. It's our crutch and it's not just for biddies down the shops or the lads before a match.
We should be used to the unpredictable nature of our weather system, the fact that low fronts and high pressure and the notion of sun, rain and snow in one day mean absolutely nothing because the weather likes to make an eejit out of you. It lulls you into a false sense of security, it messes with your head.
I have always wished I was a twin. Identical ideally, so I could cheat in school, mess with people's heads and also have a full-on telepathic partner in crime.
Listening to the soundtrack of other people's lives and learning from them is a pretty perfect way to spend hours that are generally written off.
Your instinct is to try and fit a mould but when you are just yourself it tends to get you noticed a lot more.
I don't work harder because I'm in the U.K. or anything. I just try to be myself and I don't think about how many people might be watching.