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Save Some Green This St. Patrick’s Day

Save some green this St. Patrick’s Day! All day Monday, March 17th shipping is free in my etsy shop. That’s right, free shipping! This includes custom orders, so if you have something special in mind let’s get started.

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Green Megan

Saint Patty’s has always been a fun holiday in my half-Irish family. Growing up we had such fun! Leprechauns would visit us. No, really! They tinted our milk green in the middle of the night.

Of course, the most fun part this holiday is the stories mom would tell. Her grandfather, Papa, would buy her a new green dress every year. He’d take her out of school to hang out at the country club with him and his buddies. When she was young, they would sing the Beatles’ song, “I Wanna Hold Your Hand” together on walks. As he got older and needed help steadying himself, he’d sing it to ask for her arm.

What’s your favorite Saint Patrick’s Day memory?

Here’s a peek at an I-Spy baby quilt that I’m finishing in time for the sale tomorrow. Remember, that’s free shipping all day Monday. Spread the word!

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Strippy I Spy

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Inside Jokes Are Fun

Inside jokes are fun, but I can’t resist sharing these two with you. They came up yesterday on the retreat where I spent the whole day with good friends. We had a potluck lunch, sewed all afternoon, then went to an Irish Pub where I tried something new: a lamb shank. Soooo yummy. Anyway, here are the funnies.

I was poking at two of my friends who had stayed overnight at the hotel for reading my last blog post… because they’re on vacation. Then I realized how ridiculous it was for me to have anything negative to say about someone reading my blog. So, collectively, we decided that a great name for a blog would be, “Don’t Read this Blog” with the by-line of “I have nothing to say.” I’d check that one out at least once.

The other one happened when we were walking around downtown and came across a shop called, “Truffle Hound Chocolates.” Aptly named. I offered an alternate name which would not work from a marketing standpoint but meant the same thing. “Oink Schnauzer Delicacies.” Don’t think I’d shop there.

truffle pig

Alright, time to go back to binding a gift quilt and my Hulu shows. Grimm’s first in line.