Tuesday, March 18, 2014

Green eyes are better than blue . . .

You may have noticed in yesterday's post, that I was rocking me some green last weekend. 

I'm not certain that I have any Irish heritage, but my mama's people are Appalachian. So there's a good chance of it. 

As a 10-year-old, I remember being chided by a doctor, of Irish decent, at the big university hospital for not wearing green on St. Patrick's Day. He didn't think my green eyes counted. 

Since then, I've done my best not to forget. And this weekend, I started wearing green a few days early. As I've told you before, here, here and here, I love any reason to celebrate. 

I don't drink beer or whiskey, but I made sure to wear green and plaid, and eat my potatoes. Are there any Irish roots in your family tree? How do you celebrate St. Patrick's Day?  


  1. I wear green (though I was told by a professor once if you're Protestant you should wear orange instead of green) and try to eat some Irish fair. Yesterday I had Irish Lamb Stew, usually it's more along the lines of bangers and mash or a Reuben Sandwich. I was headed into McMenamin's with Remmy and a gentleman asked if I was coming in and I said, "Yes, thank you" and he replied, "You can't tell me that baby isn't Irish." And I had to laugh, cause she's not. (She got the red hair from the Norwegians in the family.)

    1. That Remmy certainly has an enviable head of hair! At least Remmy gets a free pass to claim Irish decent with that red hair, if only on St. Patrick's Day. Hope you ladies had a great day!