I really wish that everyone would declare a three-day weekend on their birthday. I took Friday off to celebrate my turning 33 and spent the weekend celebrating and enjoying and smiling. It was the best birthday weekend ever. It kicked off Thursday evening with the repainting of my kitchen.
I call this color “33rd Birthday Blue”. After the change of cabinet hardware and the painting of my washer and dryer, the only next logical step was painting the kitchen walls the most amazing shade of electric turquoise you’ve ever seen. It makes me happy just looking at it.
My birthday was as perfect as could be, starting with breakfast cupcakes, then sushi for lunch, Mexican for dinner, presents, family, laughs, but guess what? No pictures. I didn’t take a single picture on my birthday. Neither did my usually camera-toting sister. That’s OK, you can just take my word for it, it was a perfectly beautiful day.
Check out some of my loot! I’m going to be very busy. On top there is the extremely sharp (trust me) pair of left-handed dressmaker’s shears I mentioned on here a few weeks ago. My mom, she can take a hint.
The rest of the weekend was spent, as usual, in the garden. Also in the hammock, enjoying the view of the garden.
I managed to finally plant the veggie garden. Two kinds of Swiss chard, three kinds of cucumbers, yellow and green summer squash, basil, sunflowers, zinnia, cosmos, and this coming weekend the tomatoes will go in (after I buy the plants at the Farmer’s Market).
It’s all very neat and orderly and makes me happy just looking at it. Of course in a few weeks when the weeds take over, it will make me feel overwhelmed looking at it, but for now I’m loving it.
It truly was a perfect weekend. Thank you to everyone who helped me celebrate and a big shout out to Mother Nature for sending the amazing weather.