Yesterday was my birthday. I turned 31. I don’t know how it is possible. I mean, I’m still 20 in my head. Surely, something must be wrong somewhere. I CANNOT be 31! It’s not the getting old thing, I don’t mind it, since I’m still feeling like my young self. Sure, I’ve changed over the years, but I still feel as fresh as a rose bud.
I love my birthday. I love that it’s in April, in the beginning of the Spring season. It feels like everything is possible and it is often sunny. Except my first one in the UK: I went to Brighton with a friend and it was the rainiest outing I’ve ever had. But most of the time, the sun is out, the temperature is pleasant and I get to do fun stuff with people I love.
This year, I feel very very spoiled and blessed. My husband has given me the best birthday ever. We didn’t do anything crazy, it was just good all round. It started by a wonderful full english breakfast that he prepared for me.
Then, we headed out to meet up with the lovely TuesdayFortnite (Ravelry profile) at my favourite local yarn shop. There, my husband handed me a whole bunch of notes and told me to get whatever I wanted. I was like a child in a sweet shop! I rummaged and pondered and squished and oohed and aahed and bagged a few lovelies!
I’m going to use all of it for different crochet projects. And the KnitPro needles tips are going to be used to knit my second Madli.
Previously, I had received books (Stitchionaries, quilting and sewing books) and enough mats and tools for a few more quilts. So yeah, I have been spoiled.
And it was my first birthday as a mother, and that, in itself, is very very special!