Montreal to Niagara (Day 3)

Every good thing must come to an end and that includes nationals. On my last day in Montreal, I watched a few of my friends dance and said goodbye to the beautiful city that had been my home for the past few days. My family and I thought it would be a cool idea to visit Niagra falls before crossing the border, so off to Niagra we went. (But not before one last photo shoot at Notre Dame.)

Almost everyday I was there, I visited this adorable French bakery and filled up on the tastiest macaroons and croissants. Def would recommend. 

As I arrived in Niagra falls, it was nothing like I expected it to be. The actual falls was so beautiful but the town surrounding it was so commercialized and overdone. It was kind of like a low end Vegas. It was not my cup of tea but since I was there, I might as well make the most of it.

Me Realizing the mistake I made. 

Legs more orange then the fruit. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ 

Overall, this was one of my favorite vacations ever! (Probably because I placed so well at nationals.) Still, Montreal was a fun time and I can't wait to go back for the World Championships in the spring! Hope you enjoyed my Montreal series of blog posts. Til next time.

-Deirdre 

Day 2 in Montreal

At any Irish dance major, there is an unspoken rule that on the days you aren't dancing, you have to be really put together. Your outfit, hair, literally everything have to be on pointe. (Or at least that's how I see it.) it's a great place for street style and future outfit inspo. Like honestly, a magazine should should send someone to scope it out. The trends tend to be more European. (I mean it is Irish dance.) I plan out my outfits month in advance and I'm not ashamed. I gotta look good ¯\_(ツ)_/¯. I mean I've trained everyday for the past 3 weeks so I've worn nothing but tshirts and running shorts. I deserve this.

My shorts (I'm obsessed with this style) are form Topshop, the blouse is from Forever 21, the, shoes are form Guess, and they are paired with my Longchamp.

Surprise! I danced the day before I took these pictures and I was lucky enough to be in the top half of my competition. Out of 120 something girls, I placed 54th. As this being my first nationals, I wasn't expecting that much. I was so shocked when they called my number in the recalls, my hands went numb and I almost cried. (Very rare for me) So of course I had to take a photo shoot with my medal. 

And sorry for the delay on this post. I was at cheer camp. (I can never rest for long.) The gap between this one and the next will not be an eternity. I promise.

         -Deirdre 

Canada Day (Day 1 in Montreal)

Every year around the 4th of July, thousands of American (mainly) Irish Dancers congregate in the predetermined spot of the North American National Championship. During this week long competition, dreams will be fulfilled,  friendships will be formed, and lots of cute outfits will be worn! This year the spot for this beloved celebration was held in Montreal, Canada. Instead of giving you a rundown on my whole week, i'll break it down into 4 separate posts. The first day we arrived in Montreal, it was the Canadian Independence day, only 2 days before America's! My family and I made the trek down to the boardwalk to participate in the festivities. Luckily, I had brought my Killin It crop top (Brandy Melville), my red, scalloped high-waisted shorts, and my converse (Byay for red and white) with me so I was able to look like I somewhat belonged. My sister, on the other hand, was off her game.

Enjoying a slice of canadian cake

In case you didn't know, they speak french in Montreal.

After a day of exploring, I decided a loved old Montreal. It felt like I was in a European country despite being only a few hours away from the American border. I had a great time pretending to be Canadian fro the day! The day ended in nerves, though since I would be taking the national stage for the first time  in 8 hours but we'll save that for a different blog post.

                au revoir,

                                  Deirdre