Which is an Irish Gaelic toast meaning, “Blessing of St. Patrick’s Day on you!” (pronounced Ban-awch(k)-tee nah Fay-leh Paw-rig ur-iv!)
Yes, St. Patrick’s Day is coming up, which in America is generally a day for drinking green beer, too much beer, or any beer. And eating corned beef and cabbage even though you might not touch it the other 364 days of the year.
Thought I’d get in my St. Patrick’s Day manicure recommendation — green, natch — a few days early in case anyone wants to be thinking about her own plans for the day. I broke out a bright green foil that I’ve had for a few months, Ivanka from Zoya’s Sparkle Collection. Ivanka would work for summer, for Christmas, and of course for St. Paddy’s Day.
Although I always love foil formulas and their streak-free finish, Ivanka seemed a little thinner than most foils from Zoya I’ve tried, and I needed four coats to completely cover any visible nail line. But I was rewarded with a super-bright metallic look. Under indirect outdoor light and then with the flash:


And what goes with green like gold? I used Zoya’s Gilty as a top coat just on one nail. Gilty, a real 18K gold flake, was a limited edition holiday offering from Zoya and is sadly no longer available, but if you bought a bottle, don’t be like me most of the time and forget you own it!

Come this weekend, I’ll be wearing Ivanka and Gilty while dining at our favorite Irish-style pub in town (um… the only Irish-style pub in town) called Sean Kelly’s. Yep, give me a big plate of bangers & mash and a pint glass of Smithwick’s (“Smiddicks”), and I’ll be a happy camper.
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Now, if you’re only interested in nail polish, stop reading. ‘Cause I’m going to wax nostalgic.
I have only taken one foreign vacation in my entire life (I don’t count Canada because I’m also Canadian) and that was to Ireland. It was literally a dream come true. A few years ago, my husband and I took a week-long hiking holiday in rural western Ireland, and it was the best trip EVER. We’d hike all day and then hang out in the pubs and restaurants all evening, and the calories in/calories out must have balanced because I didn’t gain an ounce.
We stayed in a B&B in the small, planned Georgian town of Westport in County Mayo, and loved it. We saw medieval castles and abbeys, abandoned villages and cottages, beautiful views at every turn, and sheep. Lots of sheep.
One day we hiked to the top of Croagh Patrick (“Croak Patrick“), the mountain where Saint Patrick reputedly fasted for forty days in the fifth century. Popular legend says that at the end of Patrick’s fast, he threw a silver bell down the side of the hill, knocking the demon Corra from the sky and banishing all the snakes from Ireland. Even though I’m not Catholic I found the hike and mountain very spiritual. Archeologists think people have been gathering and perhaps worshiping at the summit for millennia.
This picture is taken at the beginning of our hike. The summit is in the background, and yes, I walked up there under my own power. Click on any of the following pictures for an enlarged view.

After coming down off the mountain, we visited the nearby National Famine Monument, a bronze sculpture of a “coffin ship” — so called because many emigrants were crammed into them and died — wreathed in skeletons. It’s one of the eeriest and most moving things I’ve ever seen.

Then a stone’s throw from the Memorial was the ruins of the 15th-century Murrisk Abbey. You can just walk up to it, through it, around it — no admission, no guards, no one saying, “Don’t touch!”

Y’know, I could show you hundreds of pictures of sheep, street views, pubs, sheep, mountains, the sea, churches, and sheep, but I’ll restrain myself. Let me just leave you with the absolute best shop ever found in the entire world: Curry’s Cottage on James Street in Westport. I swear, when I die, I want heaven to look like Curry’s Cottage. It’s a bakery and tea room, and if I’d discovered it sooner I would have been in there every single day.
Whitewashed stone walls, a real peat fire burning in the fireplace, pots of fresh hot tea brought out to your table — I fully expected to see Miss Marple sitting in the corner, knitting. And enough bread and pastries even for me.




If you’re ever in County Mayo, pop in there! And happy St. Patrick’s Day to everyone!!
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