Yesterday was my birthday, the beginning of the last year of my twenties. It was a beautiful day, seventy-five and sunny. I taught a sewing class in the evening and came home to Dr. Joe making me cupcakes! I'm pretty sure he's never made cupcakes in his entire life, so that was pretty adorable. Then we went out for tacos and drinks and had an amazing conversation. Perfect day.
Part of my perfect day was also spent opening a pile of packages that arrived in the mail. My super sweet mom sent me the Martha Stewart Encyclopedia of Sewing and Fabric Crafts. Elly got me a whopping gift certificate to Steven Alan! Best. Friend. Ever. Not only that, but she also sent me a bunch of other goodies, my favorite being a gorgeous necklace that she made by hand. Photos don't do it justice. It's impeccable. I can't believe she sells these for so cheap! It goes perfectly with my uniform of Mociun tees and husband's cardigans with rolled up sleeves. (Note to husbands: if you leave your cardigan on the floor, it's fair game for your wife to steal.) She also gave me yarn and handmade pottery (love handmade pottery!) from Montana. Her husband Doug sent me a plastic action figure of a crazy cat lady with a bunch of plastic cats. Doug cracks me up, and he knows I'm cat crazy. (This is going to be my Halloween costume next year.) Oh, and Elly also paid some guy in India to call me and sing me a weird birthday song. Um, hilarious. And unexpected.
Tonight I'm bringing Joe's cupcakes to my knitting group meeting, and I'm going to force my friends to eat them with me in celebration of my birthday. Torture, I know. Maybe I'll bring some bubbly too. I plan on enjoying the crap out of year 29!