It seems fitting that my birthday should occur only days after taking this worryingly old & wrinkly looking photo of me. I'm putting it here anyway - I figure if time is marching all over my face then by next year I will be able to look back fondly upon this picture & say "Geez, check out how young & smooth looking I was then!"Until then, I will be thinking "Christ - I looked as though I was seriously worried about something then"
This morning's already been ace. Lovely Mr Chrubuky showered me in presents before I'd managed to step one foot out of bed this morning - literally. I got a lurvley card from my mates in London, a couple of knitting books from Kylie, a set of Knit Picks interchangable needles , a gorgeous wooden swift ( to go with my lonely ball winder), a HUGE voucher at a yarn store, a beautiful handmade card from Mr C. that was covered in sheepy alpaca goodliness. Huzzah! and all before I got out of bed.
Now, where is a slice of birthday cake?
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