So yesterday was my birthday. Blah blah blah. Having entered that stage of my life where it is no longer polite to inquire about a woman’s age, I will not bore you with the details of my age. Suffice it to say, that my idea of birthday luxury was a day to myself spent making stuff and starting on my holiday trimmings.
A decade ago I would have been gladly dancing on tables somewhere. A few decades ago, I would have been adamant about the separation of church and state otherwise known as #Don’tYouDareLumpMyDecemberBirthdayintoChristmasorIWillCutYou. Ironically, yesterday, rather than shopping or getting my nails did or considering an Irish Car Bomb at noon, I happily chose to putter around the house, working on holiday orders, decorating the house for Christmas, and listening to Rikshaw Design’s pandora station. Admittedly, there were moments yesterday, like when a live Jack Johnson song came on, that I yearned for those care free days of day drinking and seeing live music, but they were fleeting and I was really just overjoyed to have the house all to myself to start on the tree.
As to the trimmings for the big tree, of course I raided my pink and gold stash as my IG peeps saw last night. Follow me. Duh. Perfect Christmas colors in my book. Duh. It was a perfect birthday day. While I still have some rabbits to pull out of my Santa hat, I am digging this little start.
All photos and layouts by me.
kisses, mrs. V