An cailín Éireannach
Happy St.Patrick's Day! Or Lá fhéile Pádraig sona dhuit since we're embracing our heritage. The traditional St.Patrick's Day celebrations were on Sunday here in London and the man in question managed to sort out the weather for us, it was positively glorious, so cheers Paddy for that! I have never seen Trafalgar Square so jammed full of people wearing green t-shirts bearing borderline offensive slogans, flags as capes, and tricolour wigs that would go up like poof with any hint of a flame near them. The Irish and all the wannabes were out in force, so much so we couldn't even see anything and missed out on the trad music, céilí dance and of course the big finish - Riverdance. But y'know once you seen one bloke flailing his legs about in a questionable silk shirt with too much man cleavage (Maleavage?!) on show, I'm sure you've seen them all. The sunny weather just made it a perfect lazy Sunday and in the end we just sat outside Somerset House soaking it up. Not the most traditional way to celebrate our patron saint, but then again it was better than drinking copious amounts of Guinness with foreigners as tends to happen. I attempted to dress festive but turned out I have nothing emerald in my wardrobe, the sacrilege! I went for a muted interpretation of the old green, white, and gold instead.
White Tee: Topshop
Green Jeans: Topshop
Shirt: River Island
Gold Jewellery: Laura Lee, Anarchy Street, Topshop, Marc Jacobs.
Bag: Marc by Marc Jacobs
Nails: Tart Deco by Essie
|My lovely girls at Somerset House|