Happy Birthday to Me
This is it...my final year in my 30s. After that, it's a whole new decade. I'm a little freaked out by THIRTY-NINE. It's not the bellyfat and wrinkles I fear, but it just sounds so poised, so adult. And I still feel like the awkward girl at the school dance.
As birthdays and holidays go, Joe is quite a good gifter. He has a nack for finding lovely items and then presenting them in adorable packaging. This year, we had agreed that our birthday gifts to each other would be combining funds for a spa weekend away -- just the two of us.
In spite of the agreement, Joe decided to treat me to a little something.
Over the course of a year or so, I've been streamlining my clothing and jewellry, and it struck me that I was missing a simple and classic pair of earrings. Not so anymore.
No matter how I tried, a close-up of the earrings just didn't turn out. It's a small pearl captured in a gold teardrop, accented by three small diamonds.
It's the Summer Solstice, so I'll going to get out there and enjoy a long day of sunshine and light.
As birthdays and holidays go, Joe is quite a good gifter. He has a nack for finding lovely items and then presenting them in adorable packaging. This year, we had agreed that our birthday gifts to each other would be combining funds for a spa weekend away -- just the two of us.
In spite of the agreement, Joe decided to treat me to a little something.
Over the course of a year or so, I've been streamlining my clothing and jewellry, and it struck me that I was missing a simple and classic pair of earrings. Not so anymore.
No matter how I tried, a close-up of the earrings just didn't turn out. It's a small pearl captured in a gold teardrop, accented by three small diamonds.
It's the Summer Solstice, so I'll going to get out there and enjoy a long day of sunshine and light.
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