What does the Empress of Scandinavia wear on St. Patty's Day?
Being of Scandinavian Royal Blood, the Empress tends to wrap herself in blue, yellow, white and red.
The Empress salutes all ethnic cultures (except those with rules about pure truth-telling -- oh wait that's ethical cultures). But it seems unseemly for a non-Irish descendant to go about one day a year in dangly Celtic jewelry, a clannish plaid kilt, drinking sour mash, and tilting up at the end of each sentence like she's asking a question instead of answering one: "Aye, begoren, and hawarye I'm drinkin sto-(inflection up here mid-word) ut." And I must confess that there is almost nothing as vile as the uranium-laced powder left at the bottom of the box of Lucky Charms (my brother snorted it through middle school and still sets off security alarms at the airport).
So, not wanting to get pinched under any meaning of that versatile word, but ambivalent about the wearin' of the green, the Empress dons a muted drab olive BCBG sweater from Goodwill, which will stretch nicely after she gorges on boiled cabbage and potatos, and dense salty Irish Soda Bread, washed down with Baileys and a Diet Coke chaser.
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Here are some of my best finds at Goodwill and the Humane Society. Less cash, more cache'
The Empress of Thrift Reveals Herself
Why the Empress of Thrift
I have thrifted and rummaged all my life. Now I work with Goodwill in the San Francisco Bay Area. Kismet. I decided to throw down a challenge to myself -- buy only thrift clothes for six months. It turned out that this was not deprivation, it was freedom from catalogs, shop windows and commercials. Bonus: it is a fun game. I like treasure hunting through thrift stores and finding items I might not have bought at retail. Some of these items were mistakes (okay, the 50's pink plaid mohair coat turned me into fuzzy Heffalump), but even when they were, I had more flair in my fashion and I re-donated the items for a new sale and $$ for the thrift store cause.
I shop at all Goodwill stores in the Bay Area, especially the boutique stores at West Portal and Menlo Park. I also shop at the Peninsula Humane Society store, Pick of the Litter, in Burlingame. See links to locations below.
The Empress salutes all ethnic cultures (except those with rules about pure truth-telling -- oh wait that's ethical cultures). But it seems unseemly for a non-Irish descendant to go about one day a year in dangly Celtic jewelry, a clannish plaid kilt, drinking sour mash, and tilting up at the end of each sentence like she's asking a question instead of answering one: "Aye, begoren, and hawarye I'm drinkin sto-(inflection up here mid-word) ut." And I must confess that there is almost nothing as vile as the uranium-laced powder left at the bottom of the box of Lucky Charms (my brother snorted it through middle school and still sets off security alarms at the airport).
So, not wanting to get pinched under any meaning of that versatile word, but ambivalent about the wearin' of the green, the Empress dons a muted drab olive BCBG sweater from Goodwill, which will stretch nicely after she gorges on boiled cabbage and potatos, and dense salty Irish Soda Bread, washed down with Baileys and a Diet Coke chaser. 
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