Well, here I am - officially older (yesterday was my birthday), wiser (no more spontaneous bleach-related decisions for me *ahem*), and erm... spottier (who knew eating leftover Birthday Cake for breakfast, lunch and dinner could be bad for your skin?!)
I realise most of you probably thought that my birthday was at the weekend (I have been stretching this one out a bit. Since Sunday, in fact), but now it's actually been, and gone, and I feel... exactly the same.
Testing out my new chalkboard pens. Yippee! |
Getting older doesn't really bother me. Partly because most of my friends are older than me so if I started whinging about 25 whilst they're quaking in their Converse about being 30/5 ("thirty" is practically a swear word in some households that will remain nameless...) they'd probably try and infect me with Robin Williams' disease in Jack so I'd have the body of a ninety year old by this time next year. That would certainly learn me.
I took the day off work and spent it in Brighton with my ace friend Jenny. We spent far too much money on unnecessary dresses, ate mountains of delicious dumplings in Mr Noodle, went a little bit purchase-crazy in Tiger, and then ended our day with vast quantities of tea and cake at the Mock Turtle. I was definitely fuller by mid-afternoon than I was at the end of last Christmas (and at Christmas I was having to hold up my belly with both hands so I didn't tip forward and trap myself on my stomach like a turtle on it's back!). Definitely a good (birth)day.
Cute china galore at the adorable Mock Turtle |
Aside from cake, and more cake, and nibbling a few crumbs to tidy up the plate (thanks for the tip, Kezzie!), birthdays are (in my opinion) also an opportunity to treat yourself to a few little bits and pieces you'd normally put off buying because you don't need them. Like two more polka-dot dresses, when you already have at least four (at least they'll go well with my equally polka-dot skin!)...
Ok, you got me, what I'm basically doing here is trying to build a case to prove that I'm not in fact a thermos jug addict, after I bought myself TWO more of these beauties from Tiger....
My first thermos purchase. The start of a very slippery slope. |
When I saw Tiger had them back in stock, and in new colours (eeeep!!!), I deliberated for ages, weighing up the pros and cons and considering the fact I hadn't actually used the one I already had since I'd bought it.
Ha! Just kidding; I squealed in glee and flung them in my basket faster than you can say "MINE!!!". I think I need to go to Tiger Shoppers Anonymous. But, you see, if I hadn't bought them, I wouldn't have had anything to put the flowers in that Tom brought home for me. See. NEEDED them. Needed.
On an age-related note, I have decided to take inspiration from Jim Parsons, aka Sheldon Cooper, after finding out from Bridget of Bake at 350 (who baked Jim some amazing biscuits for his recent birthday) that he just turned FORTY. FORTY. Somewhere there must be a painting of a very old and withered Sheldon. I'm going to stick a photo of me up in the loft and see if it works the same way.
Photo from Bridget's blog. SERIOUSLY. FORTY. |
So that's it for another year birthday-wise for me (apart from my belated presents from Tom that will be turning up in the post this week... I love when he buys internet gifts too late- I get presents on post-birthday days too!) No more candle-wishes, no more excuses to wear birthday tiaras, no more massive slabs of birthday cake....
Pfft! As if!! I'm just going to start wearing tiaras to celebrate Tuesday, and it's always someone's birthday, right?!
Katie xxx
P.S. Seriously. FORTY.
Happy birthday for yesterday! Oh to be 25 again! Actually I prefer my life now but my face and body then. Enjoy your face and body! And you're all settled with your man and your home which I wasn't at 25. You've got it all! xx
ReplyDeleteYour body is ruddy excellent! (I meant that in a non-creepy way I hope you realise :) ) I will enjoy my face once it's calmed down from the incredibly adolescent-looking smattering of birthday-cake-induced acne. Bleugh. I am a very lucky girl- only a dream job to get now! xx
DeleteHappy Birthday! If you could possibly pop me a little e-mail with your postal address to moc . liamtekcor at renragnillak that would be greatly appreciated!!!x
ReplyDeleteOOooh, share polka dot dress piccies, we must compare collections- I have a little addiction too! You have lots of lovely gifts! I want colourful thermi too (surely the plural of thermos!!!)x
I will certainly send you an email now you've explained what I need to do above (I would be the WORST detective ever- I can't even spot backwards writing! :p) Polka-dot off sounds like an excellent idea. I will post many dress pics soon, once my Easter egg belly is banished! :p xx
DeleteYou got that you need to reverse that?!! I have permanent spam paranoia!x
ReplyDeletehahaha I totally didn't! I was going to write and warn you a kitten appeared to have darted across your keyboard at a rather crucial point in your comment :p xx
DeleteCakes cakes cakes! Yay! I cannot believe Sheldon is 40. Nope.
ReplyDeleteI know!! It's the best kept secret in the whole world (that I'm now spreading about on the internet as much as I can! teehee) xx
DeleteOh my, your cake looks amazing!! And I LOVE those thermos jugs! The colours are perfect. I can understand why you had to have them!
ReplyDeleteIt tasted pretty darn good too (not surprising, given that it was basically melted chocolate and butter, with extra chocolate and butter! :p) I am very glad I bought the jugs- seeing them every day when I get home from work really makes me smile. And I can put mulled wine/Pimms in them when they aren't full of flowers! xx
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