I am 34 today.
That sounds old, but then again, not so old, you know? That's mom and me at the beach. I obsess over old photos of her. It's funny, I think about my mom so much more on my birthday now that I have kids because she is the one that gave birth on this day. Yes, I was born, but I don't remember a thing. Really, aren't birthdays a much bigger deal for the moms? I remember the parties, mind you. The snoopy theme being a favorite of mine.
Back to being 34. A few things are different this year. Little things. A few more grey hairs. . and I wonder about things. . for instance, if I am ever going to be too old to wear barrettes? I think my own personal answer is no, but if I am wrong, just don't tell me. When the bliss catalog comes now (why do I get this?) I find the "corrective" products very very interesting. I never used to ever look at these and now I do.Who knew my upper lip needed so much attention and so many products could help me? I have been in the dark about this. Literally. Our house has the worst lighting. I know because I pluck my eyebrows way less now than I used to because inside the house they look just fine. Then when I do look in the mirror in the car. . . yikes. I know there are more important things than looks and I certainly could write about all my inner growth this year, yadda-yadda but really, I wonder who would want to read that stuff? And I just have not been in a very deep mood lately and honestly, it's been wonderful. And I feel pretty much the same inside year after year, so my birthday benchmarks are more on the shallow end of things I'm afraid. . .speaking of shallow, I am thrilled with my b-day presents-
The best bag from grammie (LeSportsac that I ordered for myself and had it sent gift wrapped. We are all very busy and damnit, I knew exactly which one I wanted!) The best gift for me is something I feel so guilty about not making myself, so this is the best indulgence. This is my new summer bag, complete with small illustrations of sassy snails on it. This might be right there with the barrettes. Am I too old for a bag that most certainly looks like it should be my daughter's? And more importantly, will she fight me for it? (She might relent if I give her the matching pouch. . shoot, I will have to get another for Delia!) LeSportsac takes me back, man. I loved my mom's so much in the early 80's and had my very own a few years later. Good times.
And these amazing shoes (Campers no less. Can there be a cooler shoe company?) from my brother and these I love so very much I am dying. They are still in the box which I can't open yet, hence the photo without my feet in them.
I had big plans of special downloads, recipes, and all these things for you all who come by and read the blog to help me celebrate. . .sorry, I didn't do squat. But, I do encourage everyone reading today to grab a cupcake somewhere and eat it. Then have a strong cup of coffee and then maybe eat another. Make me proud!
