Not St. Patrick's Day

LOOK AT OUR NUSTO PUPPY. Hi, Conor. Hey, Bird.

SBJ: "Bebe, do you want to talk about this shirt? The green one. You like it."

M: "Oh, yeah! I like that one. It's thick, like a tent made out of canvas, back when they had tents made of canvas. For hiking Mt. Everest before REI ruined everything. Ooh, Whip It is on. It only has two stars? That's bullshit."

SBJ: "Focus, sugar. There are details like the tiniest forest green pinstripes over the softer sage green, and those great, weighty cuffs."

M: "No, you said COOL green and you wouldn't let me wear it with my army green jacket. Also, it has the motorcycle patches, so you don't get road burn."

SBJ: "Exactly. It is a cooler green, that's true. Your army jacket is a warm, ruddy green. They don't mix."

M: Audible eyeroll.

It was Monday morning when I took these. I was rinsing off in the shower quite innocently when M burst into the bathroom and cheerfully declared that it was St. Patrick's Day. I had to brusquely remind her that it was very unfair to pinch wet, helpless, naked girls and she sheepishly retreated.

Once out of the shower, I hastily threw on a bright green dress under a pink coat and got ready to head to work. Safe! M was rushing off to make a 10AM meeting herself, but she was much too handsome, and the morning light too soft and kind, to miss. I dashed inside to fetch my camera and snapped these while she puttered around on the lawn with the dogs, chattering away happily about all the Irish whiskey she planned to drink later that night.

NEVER EVER DID IT OCCUR TO ME THAT IT WAS NOT ACTUALLY ST. PATRICK'S DAY AT ALL.

I think we ought to get a free pass on Thursday, the 17th, on the real St. Patty's Day. What say you?

Denim: RSQ London Belt: H&M Cardigan: Zara Shirt: Lifted Research Group Clothing Boots: Lounge by Mark Nason