The wearing of green must not be entered into lightly. It’s a difficult color against most skins, but to foist it upon the pasty Irish was a harsh blow. We are, however, an enthusiastic people and we got into the spirit of things. “Style be damned, at least for today!” we said, followed by “Slainte!” I see no need for such recklessness. Keep your fashionable wits about you even when faced with green beer rivers.
According to legend, Saint Patrick used the three leaves of the Irish shamrock to explain the idea of the Holy Trinity to Irish pagans. So, in the spirit of our roots, before we swallowed religion whole, and lost the power to think as individuals, I say “Rebel!” Do not conform to one school of thought. Lose the dodgy leprechaun hats and shamrock printed boxers and wear green with a giant’s strength. The men of ancient Ireland were warriors, the women shape-shifting goddesses with the power to cast spells on the menfolk with the flip of a griddle cake.
On St Patrick’s Day, walk like Fionn Mc Cool, strut like Ériu who gave her name to to our fine island. St Patrick, himself, was no slouch; look how dapper he looked in the stained glass above.
On Monday, I will be donning my battered vintage leather biker jacket, to represent the ravaged beauty of our rolling green hills and rain dashed faces of our people. But we Irish have a soft heart; a mushy, sentimental interior. In that case I will wear this exuberant floral chiffon top underneath, vintage Dries Van Noten, speckled with the promise of Spring and evoking the joy of upcoming Easter eggs hunts. Don’t forget on St Patrick’s Day, you can temporarily quit Lent and eat all the chocolate your heart desires.
Before you toddle off to get another round in, may I please draw your already bleary eyes to the painstaking finishing on the hems and seams of Van Noten’s chiffon. No. you are not seeing things. Yes, it might just be the work of fairy fingers.Later, when most of you have toppled yahooing into the green river, I will undergo an outfit change. When darkness falls, there is no reason to abandon our good sartorial manners. Green can be very seductive under a certain, albeit dim, light. How’s this for a patriotic little number?I made it out of a pair of my mum’s net curtains when I was at college and dyed it the noble hue, reminiscent of when Scarlett O’Hara, another heroine with a proud territorial connection to her plot (you can’t get more Irish than Tara) instructs Mammy to tear down the velvet curtains and make her a dress.
I admire a woman who’ll go to any lengths to look good in green.
Now I think we all agree there’s no excuse for this, come Monday:Slainte! My novel about an Irish lass navigating the complicated waters of the international fashion industry is now available. You can buy Silk for the Feed Dogs here.