Luck of the Irish

I just love St Patricks Day. My grandfather was Irish, he passed away when I was 8 but his memory is very clear. He was a short fellow and the little bit of hair he had shined in the sun like a copper penny. My grandmother had said the same thing about my hair when I was a little girl playing in the sunshine. So today I started decorating for St Patricks Day. I hope to finish tomorrow, I can't wait to share my beloved St Patricks Day with you. For now I want to introduce you to my tricky little leprechaun, he reminds me of my Popal with his crooked little smile and his sleepy eye.

                 

Please stop back tomorrow for the first Mantel Monday.