Post No 4
Today is my day, my birthday. I began the day with Vanilla Butter crème coffee, a huge gooey caramel cinnamon roll for brunch, a large chocolate malt from Burger King to celebrate being off work for the drive home, DQ Buster Bars from Mom, sister in law and niece and husband. Looking forward to the Coconut Crème Cake that Mom made for me with chocolate sauce on the side. My one day a year to be bad bad bad, but it tastes so good good good.
Last night before going to sleep I was all snuggled into bed. My husband came in to say good night because I had to get up at 4 a.m. to get to work. The dog came in a snuggled up next to me. So he’s standing there just looking at me and I said, “What!?” He replied, “Just looking because it’s the last time I’ll have a 48 year old in bed with me.” Me – “Any more comments like that, and there won’t be a 49 year old either.” Oh he’s a good one – he’s got the best humor for when I’m having down days.
You know, I never did make it to my cave yesterday for sewing. I knew I had to get to bed early to get up early so I started drinking my green tea and reading Jennifer Chiaverini’s The Quilter’s Homecoming. I got to the part where she traded her quilts for necessities and I’m like girl what are you thinking? But I could so relate to what she must have felt giving up a family quilt. I don’t have very many family quilts but they are probably more valuable to me then my beautiful fabric planned ones. Yeah they won’t get top dollar at any antique auction, but to me they’re priceless.
Friends came in for coffee today and we were talking about what my husband said to me last night. After the laughs I mentioned that 30 didn’t bother me and I was afraid that 40 would, but it didn’t and I really like me know so I don’t think that 50’s gonna bug me either. Except that I haven’t made as many quilts as I thought I would have by now, years ago. But I’ve done so many other things that I never thought I would so it’s all good. It’s all good.