Photos from my birthday. As you can see I:
- Ate my vegetables
- Played Feetsies with Christian
- Discovered some amazing façades
- As well as mysterious numbers
- Admired someone who can do something I can’t
- Looked at ice melt
- And at an upside-down chair (I have a thing for chairs I think!)
I have just received a little parcel from France (my favourites!).
It was full of presents for me, including this adorable little candle.
Although the name could lead you to believe it was cherry-scented, it actually is not. It doesn’t smell like anything. Except wax. Obviously.
Thanks to my adorable family! And keep the parcels coming!
Someone said to me recently that I was such a germaphobe (was it you Hollie?). Anyway, I have washed my hands so many times in the last 2 days that I have irritated them to the point of dermatitis.
Well played Sabine.
- Lovely presents
- Lovely friends
- Minimal knitting
- More lovely presents
- Eating my vegetables
- Possibly becoming photogenic
- Turning 30
- Mysterious activities requiring a picnic and involving Mira
- Being called old by my father
- Feeling different but being assured I look the same
Thank you to my adorable friends and my amazing Christian for making my birthday so wonderful.
This is my last day as a 29 year old!
Tomorrow I will receive an email from my father wishing me a happy birthday, with the subject line ‘30’ (all his birthday emails have your age as the subject line).
Tomorrow I will have to start ticking 30-35 in surveys that ask for my age.
As a 30 year old I intend to do the following things:
- no longer steal Christian’s underwear (which doesn’t look good on girls anyway)
- not wear leather anymore (I just sold all my leather shoes)
- learn to look good in pictures
- go to my first concert in October
And ramble here everyday as much as possible.
This is me* in Paris in January 2004, walking around and talking on the phone (as photographed by Christian).
Why am I showing you this? Because the person I am on the phone with is my delicious friend Charlotte who got married yesterday (hurray!) and this photo reminds me of our conversation (not its content but its emotions) as if it was a visible memory.
*Wearing my glasses, which is a rare sight if you ever saw one!
I know this thing <3 is supposed to look like a heart, but I have trouble seeing anything else but an ice-cream cone on its side, or a ‘is less than’ mathematical sign and the number 3.
This is very sad: Brentano’s on the avenue de l’Opéra in Paris has just closed. I bought books there many a times, and I am even certain my Magnetic Poetry too* (which I think my sister has custody of now).
The image is from Charles Bremner’s article on Brentano’s closing, and he also provides this handy list of other English-language bookstores in Paris. My favourites were Tea and Tattered Pages, WH Smith and San Francisco, and let’s cross our fingers that they don’t close!
*Yay!! At least I contributed revenue!
- Beetroot chips
- A popcorn fight
- Baby spew (gross)
- A dog haircut
- Going up and down on the platform of a truck
- A white dress with red stars
A very good day indeed.