But sometimes a girl likes to shop, you know? Sometimes one has to observe the niceties and pick up a birthday or anniversary gift. Sometimes one is simply in the mood to give someone a gift, for no reason at all — in which case Saint Patrick’s Day is as good an excuse as any.
My husband, who is a gem, has been losing stuff of late, and he wandered in a week or so ago sad to report that he had lost his favorite Irish cap, for the second time. Now, I know you’re thinking, “Anchoress, if he keeps “losing” the thing, maybe he doesn’t really like it?” But trust me, he’s worn a variation of this cap for as long as we’ve been married, and he really does like it, even though he lost the one I bought him in Donegal, and the replacement to it. This cap from Amazon is a fair price and will make a good gift for Saint Pat’s Day, and I want to give it to him, because I lurves him.
Needing a ladies gift as well, I was tickled to find this mobius bracelet inscribed with part of the Breastplate. It’s not something I would ordinarily go for — not everyone likes sterling silver — but I think it’s unique and honestly, if you’re going to wear a few words of prayer, this is certainly a helpful one.
Of course, the lady I’m thinking of purchasing the bracelet for might be happier to receive these classic Irish Coffee glasses, since I have suspected she’s been coveting them, or something similar, for a while, and she’s not the sort to buy them for herself.
Speaking of Irish Coffee there was a terrific piece in last weeks NY Times Magazine, wherein Rosie Schaap shared Kingsley Amis’ recipe along with other whiskey-based libations. Read it — you’ll enjoy!
For a bookish friend, I am torn between ordering a copy of Thomas Cahill’s excellent How the Irish Saved Civilization, which I read years ago and enjoyed very much. But then, there appears to be a modest resurgence of interest in learning the Irish language, and that might be as good an excuse as any to pick up Daniel Cassidy’s How the Irish Invented Slang, which I also read with great enjoyment. It’s a confounding language — I once took some lessons at a local Hibernian lodge and decidedly quickly that the thing was beyond my ken — but it’s astonishing how much of our everyday, speech — words like scram, jazz, rookie, scoot and wallop — have their origins in Eire. And I may have just talked myself into choosing that!
And just think, Easter shopping is around the corner