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
