I am not one for Holidays..... Buuuuuttttt
I can't help but be reminded of my Irish heritage this time of year.
I have been dreaming of Ireland since I was just a little girl... imaging myself with flowing red hair and lying in a field of clover talking to the local fairies and such. I still adore red hair.. but have grown quite fond of my naturally curly dark locks. Even more so when I found out that my name means dark haired in Irish.... and there is a place called the Ring of Kerry that has been beckoning me to come for a nice long visit.
Ahhhhhh. One day. I will go.
I might even get to have tea with someone special I know. ;)
*pardon the picture it was horrible lighting.... tis sad but true.