Behold The Birthday Angel!
Yes, I Wore Wings to my Black Tie Birthday Celebration last nite. Six people including me attended.
You may Scoff at Six. But I was thrilled that I managed to get the numbers up that much.
My step son Tyler decided that even though it was a modest affair, we should all dress for The Red Carpet. Since I spent all last week there, I was thrilled.
I especially bought a sparkly dress at 'Bednobs & Broomsticks'. Never mind that some of the rhinestones were missing or that others were sadly drooping off their perch. In keeping with my 'No Ironing, No Repairing' Policy, I didn't bother to fix them. And I don't think anyone noticed, but you most certainly will if you look hard enough.
Here I am with Aunt Jenny. Unlike me, she has all her Sparkly Bits firmly in place. You would never know to look at her, But AJ will later on this year be celebrating a V. Significant Birthday beginning with the number 6.
You may wonder how she does it, & it has nothing whatsoever to do with Botox Injections or Fillers or Facelifts.
Those things are scheduled to occur early next year.
Here is Hunter. He arrived looking like My Perfect Man thirty years ago. I can't imagine what My Perfect Man would look like now. Too Ghoulish to Contemplate.
I loved getting the roses.
Talking of gifts, I did magnificently .
Trixie Drew gave me a ticket to see Sir Ian McLennen (he wasn't Dumbledore, but someone or other in 'Lord of the Bores') in 'Waiting for Godot' in June. This was a huge wonderful surprise that greeted me this morning when I arrived at my desk in the staffroom. Perhaps my Standout Gift.
Not that I'm scoffing at the Generous voucher that Aunt Jenny gave me to use at 'Mecca' Cosmetics. Boy, do I need something for my face. I'm planning to waltz in to the shop & tell the make up artist (you can have make up done there) to make me look like Selma Hayek. This I'm sure can be achieved through the liberal application of a Bronzer.
Carla & Velvet were other guests. They kindly gave me a kitchen knife which I am badly in need of. Not to kill anybody, mind you. Although I have thought about it. No names, though.
I got other gifts but I'll Show & Tell next time.
I have always hated my birthday & dreaded it. I remember a Nasty Nun telling me when I cried on my birthday in kindergarten that, 'if you cry on your birthday, you cry the whole year'.
What incredibly Sage Words. No wonder I grew up so Wise & Well-Adjusted!
Anyway, since I began my 'No Dreading' policy, things are turning out Pollyanna.