It’s my birthday! Monday is probably the worst day you could choose to have a birthday (exception: Monday is Banana Cupcake Day at Sprinkles), so I started celebrating on Friday and tried to use “it’s my birthday” for an excuse for just about anything I wanted/needed the rest of the weekend.
Friday started out with an early morning pep rally at school, with some cast members of STOMP. I have never seen it, and it was pretty mind-blowing…now I want to go.
After that I went fabric shopping at Jem and Purlsoho. Soho has so many beautiful things to see in all the store windows. I want my Easter Bonnet to look like this I saw in a store window. Jem is going out of businesses so I scored a bunch of stuff for a great price, and the materials to make these bags from Purl for a not-so-good-price–oh purl—I can’t QUIT you.
Amidst the shopping my friend Angela and I sampled some cupcakes from Billy’s and Georgetown. I finally found a banana cupcake that is similar to/rivals Sprinkles….and Georgetown Cupcakes still doesn’t impress me–though I did win the free one from the secret twitter password!
How crazy is it that I saw this Bill Cunningham message the week after I discovered who he is?
Well, 34. Honestly, this is my first birthday in which I am seeing the signs of aging….I pull back my hair and see the greys, my skin is looking older and the fine lines are appearing. I think I am still okay with it, but it does make me think about things like…..getting older! My husband is 40 people!
Even though I am not in love with my body—gosh 3 kids!—I am in general very pleased and after my long run on Saturday, I feel like I am in excellent shape–emotionally, mentally and physically.
This year I have had some of my most challenging weaknesses take a turn, and I do believe I am turning them into strengths. I feel like I have genuinely discovered true empathy for the first time in my life, and I am much quicker to give (wo)mankind the benefit of the doubt in most situations. I watched What About Bob the other night for the first time in a hundred years and it reminded me of all the knots I have untied one baby step at a time.
34! (34?!!) Bring it.