friday, thirtysomething...

on my last 'friday of youth', okay...let's just get it out there, my last 'day of youth' (deep breaths) i am feeling sick...sick with nerves, what made me think it would be jolly to have a '40th birthday party' in those 'lazy hazy days' of this past july, i will never know...i can only imagine it was something to do with being 'carefree' and 'young'...

today the 'mizzling' has turned to 'drizzling', (good job i am made of british genes)

to add to this, i have discovered our #1's music player is not functioning as it should (i.e. broken)...i had visions of a never ending play list of well thought out music choices that my guests would marvel over (how i would have achieved such a thing, i don't know as i am not 'technical minded' but one can dream)...alas this is not to be. i will stick in a CD and hope i remember 30 minutes later to change it. (mental note made to one's self, stay off the booze for at least the first 30 minutes)

my 'party' frock which i was planning to wear has been removed from the closet, and horror of horrors i have discovered that my 'lotion with a hint of summer' has done wonders at adding a nice tan line to my little frock's neckline (and yes i had washed it, i'm not that bad...but it's linen and thus requires gentle attention which obviously does not remove fake tan stuff)...there is only one thing i could do at this late hour, delve into my lace stash and do a bit of customizing. interestingly i think i like it better now...

i have also had a thought...shouldn't a birthday party have a cake? now if i was Nigella this would not be a problem. but i'm not lovely 'Nigella with a magic mixer', no i am 'Tif with a crock pot'...i am hoping this little detail will be over looked by my polite guests and also put paid to 'happy birthday' being sung by some 'tipsy' types that are bound to come...

i am now off to decorate my canopy with the help of some lovely friends who are stopping by in my 'hour of need'...

in a few hours i will be slugging a 'Tifini', thanks to my friend Jeff (life must be pretty good to have a drink made after one's self)...

and so it just leaves me to say...

it's a little bittersweet to be celebrating my 'big day' knowing all my family and some good friends are so far away across the pond, they have watched me grow from a skinny little scrawny kid with frizzy hair, through some interesting teenage moments and a crimping iron...onto my years of populating the earth with mini me's and an 'annie lennox' hair do.

and now i stand here on the eve of 'growing up' holding onto my youth, sporting pigtails...i thank them all kindly for 'loving me' just the way i am...

and you, dear readers...where would i be without you in my day to day life, i wish you could be here as well, oh how we would have a blast. so do me a favor...have a little drinky on me and let's toast 'the good times ahead'....

she's breaking her 'vow of silence' on a weekend and will see you tomorrow for the big day ~ Tif