Despite being over one-quarter Irish* I have nothing green in my closet. So, to combat this problem, last year I knit a “St Patty’s Day Cowl” (above) which had at least some green in it. Despite it being about 71º degrees on St Patrick’s Day last year, I wore it at least for a little while. This year the weather is more accommodating, being less than 50º, but… I can’t find it. It’s not in the closet, it’s not on my dining room table (where I stage my photos). Fortunately, I made another little scarf with some green in it last summer, so I’m wearing it today, along with a greenish wristband watch.
*My “true” Irish friend (who sadly passed away a couple years ago) informed me that I’m “orange Irish” because I’m not Catholic. I’ve also been told (by my mother) that I’m Scots-Irish. I don’t know if they’re the same thing, but both sound pretty WASP-ish to me. You know, that non-ethnic group White Anglo-Saxon Protestant, or in the case of the Scots-Irish, perhaps the acronym could stand for White Anglo-Saxon Presbyterian. Either way, the term fits me completely.
Apparently it’s now okay to wear orange on St. Patrick’s Day. Oh great! Another color that looks horrendous on me. And one I no longer have in my closet. Perhaps I can find a variegated yarn that has both green and orange and make something really insignificant—like a bracelet.
And one more thing, these two beautiful people, great-niece Lauren and great-nephew Matthew, are Irish! God, I LOVE America!