Happy St. Patty's Day to all me fine and stylish friends.
How I love St. Patrick's Day. Everyone always seems to have a little extra Irish spring in their step, an Irish lilt in their voice and some Bailey's Irish Cream in their marnin' coffee. That was me sad attempt at an Irish accent, but I feel like I'm coming off more like Popeye.
Your favorite blogging lassie is all decked out in a mismatched ensemble of green gear. I've got jeans on because it's chilly, a green minidress and a white track jacket with green piping that looked kind of Irish, so I grabbed it on the way out with a mini cereal box of Frosted Lucky Charms.
I really should put a little more thought into dressing the part on St. Patrick's Day. Green really is a universally flattering color (I'm thinking Kelly green, not the Split Pea green regularly associated with poopy diapers).
Regardless if your greens are stylish enough for a runway or haphazardly thrown together, whether you're wearing green or not, I hope Irish eyes are smiling down on you all day long.
A little man leading you to a pot of gold wouldn't be hurtin' so bad either now.