It’s a beautiful day in the neighborhood, as Mr. Rogers would say. The sun is shining, the birds are singing, the flowers are blooming, and there’s a breath of Spring in the air. And it’s my birthday. There’s something very special about celebrating the day in which I came into this world, the day I became me. I am so thankful for all of the phonecalls, e-mails, and letters that I got today, from people who wanted to send me good wishes on my special day.
We got home from Tucson late lastnight, after almost 2 weeks from being away from home.
And an aside: the day just became less picture-perfect as I was trying to post pictures, and for whatever reason Wordpress will not let me. So I’ll come back later and fill in the blanks.
I have some great pictures to share, and this blog entry will be much less exciting without pictures, but what else can a girl do?!
So anyway, we got home late lastnight, and thank God I summoned up the energy to unpack and put away most of my “stuff”. As you all know, I am a bag lady. I travel with more bags than you have in your closet. So packing and unpacking can be pretty tedious. Especially when I’ve been gone for two weeks. Why do I feel the need to take inordinate amounts of stuff with me everywhere I go? I dunno. I just do. So I take lots of bags to carry lots of stuff. I used to not be like that. I used to be able to pack for a week in a backpack. Then something happened. It’s related to the obsession with shoes, jewelry, hair dye, lots of face products, lots of beads, layered clothing, and the need to be comfortable wherever I go. All of that= lots of stuff.
So anyway, I got settled back in lastnight, so that I could wake up fresh and ready to go this morning. I woke up with a smile on my face, because it’s my birthday, and I knew I had a good day ahead. I exercised, walked Finn, and put on my favorite jeans and shirt, and my custom Rocketbuster boots, becuase they always make me smile. I had time to clean up some for my friend Jessica who is arriving in just a little while. I cleaned the kitchen, washed some clothes, and gave the house a quick run-through. And as I was mopping the kitchen floor, I had a funny thought: I am probably the only girl in the world who mops her kitchen floor while wearing custom-made Rocketbuster boots….on her birthday to boot!
What can I say? Why not enjoy what you’ve got?!
We got some spectacular furniture while we were in Tucson. Since we come from very different backgrounds, Aveesh and I often have very different tastes. Especially when it comes to artwork, furniture, most household things…..So it was so exciting that we agreed on this furniture. Jennie, our friend in Tucson, introduced us to Eronga furniture. It’s handpainted in one of four small art villages surrounding a lake in Central Mexico. The owners of the company import the furniture to their showroom in Tucson, AZ. I’ve always wanted some of their pieces, and finally I got some! We got an incredible Matisse-inspired breakfast table set with four stools, and what I call a “Flower Box” end table.