Happy Saint Patrick’s Day everyone.
I am not Irish…never have been. But I am an honorary member due to the fact that with the exception of my hubby, every boy I ever went out with was (and presumably still is) Irish.
So, I am dedicating today’s blog to them, my beaus of yesteryear…Dan, Craig, Josh, Ben, Fred, Frank, Don, Chris, Harold, Monty, Vinny, Tyrone, Chiam, Sam, Woody, Cliff, Norm, Coach, Hawkeye, BJ, Clinger, Radar, Trapper and Peirce.
In their honor I do three things every March 17th:
1) I make a Rubin Casserole in the slow cooker;
2) I eat an entire loaf of Irish soda bread by myself in my car in the parking lot of whatever store I bought it from;
3) I wear green-ish.
I present to you my Saint Patrick’s Day Ensemble. Besides my sash from my Girl Scout uniform, this skirt is the only green item in my closet. It is vintage Gucci and has that great 80’s bell shape to it. I rarely wear it besides Saint Paddy’s day because it has a teeny tiny waist and the four day pre-soda bread fast is truthfully the only reason it closes in the first place. It was purchased years ago at Housing Works on 77th Street and 3rd Avenue. Just a stones throw from the Blarney Stone. Coincidence? I think not.