Wonderful Wellies

I have always had a thing for Wellington boots on guys and gals.  It’s sorta strange, I know.  It’s probably not a common thing for a gal to fancy a dude wearing big rubber rain boots and honestly, I’ve never seen it in my lifetime for real, with the exception of the men at the fish market.  But, I like it.

I think it hearkens back to my love of Ireland, Scotland and England and the shepherds and lads wearing them with their woolen pants tucked in and their big heavy work coats, the little kids splashing through puddles with their Wellies on and pretty lasses in skirts with their big green boots.  I’m such an incurable romantic.

Wellies, or Wellingtons as they are truly called are making quite the impact in men’s and women’s fashion it seems and while I’ll probably always have a fondness for the simple, traditional black or green Wellies, there are some wicked cute ones coming out.


“Tae my hey! bonnie maidens”

Being of strong Irish decent, I have a deep love for Ireland and all that is Irish. When I was a child my auntie Ella Kelley  in northern Maine, used to knit me Irish knit sweaters to wear.  They were so warm and toasty and always cherished.

This lovely gal Lulu O’Sullivan has a beautiful shop Siopa in Glasnevin, Ireland and she sells gorgeous wares to us folks across the pond.

I thought this cape was so pretty and quite affordable!



A Waltz on All Souls Night

Where does one begin in describing something that touches them so passionately deep within their soul? Like a lovers sweet breath on your cheek, the earthy fragrance of two bodies intertwined, the sharing of spiritual energies.

Loreena McKennitt’s music is that for me.

“All Souls Night” by Loreena McKennitt
Bonfires dot the rolling hills

Figures dance around and around
To drums that pulse out echoes of darkness
Moving to the pagan sound.Somewhere in a hidden memory
Images float before my eyes
Of fragrant nights of straw and of bonfires
And dancing till the next sunrise.I can see lights in the distance
Trembling in the dark cloak of night
Candles and lanterns are dancing, dancing
A waltz on All Souls Night.Figures of cornstalks bend in the shadows
Held up tall as the flames leap high
The green knight holds the holly bush
To mark where the old year passes by.Bonfires dot the rolling hillsides
Figures dance around and around
To drums that pulse out echoes of darkness
And moving to the pagan sound.Standing on the bridge that crosses
The river that goes out to the sea
The wind is full of a thousand voices
They pass by the bridge and me