So……. Yesterday was my 20th annual 29th Birthday. I find it mind boggling that I am 49 years young. I can very easily think back to when I thought people my age were nearly dead. They certainly shouldn’t do the things that I do as a routine. Inside my head where it counts I’m merely a wiser version of me in my twenties. Granted, I have places that hurt in the morning when I wake up and I don’t remember doing anything to myself. There is certainly a lot more of me now than when I was in my twenties but, otherwise I’m still the same me. It’s quite interesting.

My hubby and kids gave me a wonderful birthday gift. I got 2 volumes of Emily Dickinson’s poetry circa 1898. Lovely little green and gilt volumes. I love books and I love old books even more. That musty smell that wafts up from the pages, used to tell me that I was about to go on an adventure in my head. Don’t get me wrong I love my Nook and my iPad. I love the fact that I can instantly get a new book to read, but, inside I am still a bibliophile. The weight of the book in my hands, the touch of the cover, the feel of the pages as they turn are tactile adjuncts to the wonders you are reading. I love to see my books all lined up on the shelf – all the stories just waiting for me. This was an awesome and unexpected birthday gift, they did good.

On the knitting front I am sewing up The Red Sweater From Hell(RSFH). I am gonna get this thing finished prior to the 4th anniversary of it’s start. I cannot play with any of my luscious indigodragonfly yarn until it is done. This particular carrot is working very well. Especially since I indulged myself in a lot more of it for my Birthday Present to myself. So off to hit the RSFH again….. Until next time.