This morning I thought it only appropriate to stare myself down in the mirror and see if turning 26 has had any huge impact on my physical appearance. I’m thinking what I saw was maybe less a result of turning 26 and more a result of drinking my weight in wine last night and only anchoring it to my stomach with a maple Krispy Kreme and a bacon salad. Just a thought.
However, there was one marked change I noticed. Last year the people who arrived at my birthday party bearing gifts brought wine and schnapps (better not to ask). This year I received a Scrabble Page-a-Day calendar and a gift certificate to the book store. I was also positively gleeful when my parents presented me with the wireless USB mouse I’ve been too cheap to buy myself.
Now I see no reason to be upset about getting older; everyone’s doing it. But I appear to be getting unfathomably dorkier at a very rapid rate. Hmm.
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This ridiculous dorkiness is further supported by the absolute joy I take in one of the Boy’s gifts to me, the book Knitting for Peace. I am so in love with it. I brought it to work with me this morning to look over at lunch. The stories are gorgeous and sweet and real and some made me cry a little (ok, just the thought of the puppies in the shelter needing blankies makes me burst into tears.. here we go again..). There are lots of suggestions for ways you really CAN help others while knitting, which, yay! There are also patterns that seem to be right at my level, a little challenging, but not out of had.
Happy Birthday!