When Irish eyes are smiling.

Dear friends,

It’s a whirlwind weekend around our place, now that we live in America’s (self-proclaimed) best city for St. Pat’s Day. The celebration started two days ago and won’t end until late tonight. There’s a parade that I’m told will last two hours, follies, live music, free beer and pizza, two black-tie dinners and who knows what else by the time it’s all over.

Friday night I got to wear my $65 dress to a rather fancy affair.  I forgot to tell you about my gold sequined wrap that I bought to go with it. Both were a hit.

I’ll try to snap a few photos to prove why our new town is legendary for the Best Ever St. Pat’s celebration. The streets will be painted green, as will many of the faces, and I’m told St. Pat himself will make an appearance. There’s also a Queen of Love and Beauty, though I’m sad to say she’s a 20-year-old coed and not me. Still, it’s going to be a great weekend.

With gratitude {for spring holidays that give young and old a reason to kick up their heels},

Joan, who wishes you a light heart, heavy pockets, and the luck of the Irish on this most wonderful spring day

When $65 meets perfection.

Dear Friends,

I was a woman on a mission Friday.

Turns out, I live in a town that celebrates St. Patrick’s Day in a big way, where big equals a tradition that spans more than a century and involves painting the streets green and hanging out with thousands of people who don’t live in our town but show up for the party and the parade and the beer. (Sounds a bit like a Midwestern Mardi Gras, huh?)

It also turns out that I am expected to be at a fancy party celebrating this amazing St. Pat’s tradition.

And it also turns out that the women who attend this fancy party wear green dresses.

I learned these details — about the party and the required attire — on Friday morning. And, as I am not one to let grass grow under my feet, by Friday afternoon I had a plan to secure said dress, because you never know when 49 days will not be enough time to plan the perfect party outfit.

Which is why Kate and I hit the road and drove 200 miles round trip to the nearest Nordstrom’s, where $65 got me this:

Source: Nordstrom’s, Available here

I don’t need to say much more, do I? My St. Pat’s dress is perfect, made more so by the fact that it was on sale, that I found it within three minutes of searching “green dress” on the Nordstrom’s web site, that the store nearest me (where near equals not very) had one in my size, and that it fit perfectly. I dare say me and my St. Pat’s dress are a match made in heaven, which I know pleases our town’s adopted Patron Saint very much.

With gratitude {for Friday fashion jaunts with my favorite daughter who not only chauffeurs but also accompanies me to dinner at a chi-chi Italian restaurant},

Joan, who thinks her green eyes are the perfect accessory any lass can have on St. Pat’s but also bought gold sparkly sandals to charm the leprechauns