growing up i hated st. patrick's day. my little brother (who is now 6'8"...not so little) was named 'patrick' and in my little kid's mind-HE HAD A HOLIDAY NAMED AFTER HIM! we were brought up catholic, so we also went to church on this day too (catholic schools go to church for all holidays. but it gets you out of geography so why not!). i hated that there wasn't a holiday to celebrate me.
i'm over it now.
at least, that is what i tell my therapist.
finally, and i mean finally, i found a spot. not the coolest decoration, but it adds a bit to the bookcase and the bottle filled with green beads. i also have my spring stuff up, so i just wanted hints of st. pat's day here and there.
hints to remind me of the pain i endured as a child who didn't have a holiday named after her.
where is my therapist's number????