“Puffed sleeves are so fashionable now. It would give me such a thrill, Marilla, just to wear a dress with puffed sleeves…I’d rather look ridiculous when everybody else does than plain and sensible all by myself,” persisted Anne mournfully.
Oh, how I love Anne Shirley. But seriously. Those sleeves.
All of you Anne-with-an-E fans: Am I alone in this aversion to her dress? Don’t get me wrong – I was thrilled when she got the dress of her dreams. I had myself a right ugly cry when she thanked Matthew for buying it. I mean, I’m not a monster.
But those mega-inflated sleeves. She looked like a linebacker, albeit wearing a lacy dress. A lacy-dress-wearing linebacker with a tiny head.
And then I came across this photo:
I don’t remember this dress. I don’t remember being this young. I don’t remember being so smiley.
This looks more like the me of today: You lookin’ at me?? You’d better not be lookin’ at me.
Apparently, my cute-as-a-button cousins didn’t get the memo about the dress code (sidenote: I think I look like Elvis Presley in this photo. Uh uh huh.)
And speaking of birthdays, today is my so-called day. What’s on my to-do list for today?
Write a post for my often-neglected blog. check.
Shave legs. check.
Find an adult version of puffed-sleeve dress. I’m on it.
Have dinner with friends who are excellent cooks, and request paella as my birthday dinner. Request pending. Four hours and counting.
And…Work. You heard right, you beautiful people! At the beginning of 2016, I managed to get two jobs with the help of incredibly supportive friends. One is a short-term contract job that is kicking the butt of my brain in a good way. The other? Well, it’s too early to talk about that one, as my role isn’t quite defined yet. But I’ll say this: Being myself finally paid off during the interview. I guess the others couldn’t handle the truth. (Wow. Seeing myself in that puffy dress is somehow giving me delusions of grandeur. It’s the attitude…it’s all in the attitude…)
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I live in a stunningly beautiful part of the country. So it only makes sense that I leave that beauty and replace it with new beauty. I’m insatiable! Nothing is ever good enough for me!! I always want more!!!
I never get up and drive to watch the sun rise. But I’m on a little birthday getaway, and these are the gifts I received for stepping outside my door yesterday morning:
As I get older, I realize how important it is for me to have the peaceful silence of nature around me. It softens the hard edges, sheds light on dark corners, and clears some of the static in my brain.
It fills, energizes, and it is the answer to a lot of my questions.
It gives me joy.
And that is the best present, really, that I could ever ask for.
It’s my birthday today, and I am super thankful. Instead of writing a novel, I’ll let the photos do most of the talking:
Started out my morning at a local coffee shop to have my power breakfast and do a little job hunting.
Next stop, the beach. I took a moment to admire all the jewelry out there.
I went home, suited up, and went for a run along the beach. See the egret? Cool, huh? BTW, all this running seems to be shrinking my badonkadonk,
but at the same time, it’s making my thighs meatier. What’s up with that? No, I didn’t take a photo of either. That’s sick! Yes, I’m talking to you…you know who you are!!
Next stop, this place called Costco. My mom and I dined on the amuse bouche that they had to offer. It was quite delightful.
Then I contemplated buying these poor, dented containers of Que Bueno. I felt sorry for them.
From amuse bouche to dinner! I know, not the greatest photo, but believe me now and believe me later – it was #*!#%!* delicious.
I had (cover your eyes, veg heads) duck leg and duck ravioli. Sooo good!
Hey, a present from my friends in L.A.!! It was so sweet of them to send me something!
This is only about 1/8 of what was in that box. My friends are special. Oh, so special.
And I miss them very much.