Today I Am This Old
[flickr set because it's a darned photogenic thing.]
Thank you kindly for your birthday wishes, both surreptitious and and overt! It tickled me to see them coming into my inbox from the oddest directions.
Most of the day was spent embroidering the Festive Birthday Hat, slowly destroying my fingertips despite using two thimbles. Through 5+ layers of paper. I do not recommend, unless you're looking to generate callouses overnight, very literally. The result is possibly worth all the fuss, despite the fact that the glue didn't finish setting until 11:30 at night. It sits at a jaunty angle and possesses qualtites like 'arrested development' 'panache' and 'shiny.' Pretty much what I was aiming for.
Intermittently, there were wine-roasted peaches with almonds, cucumber sandwiches, and baklava. Eating your birthday cake by yourself is depressing enough without having to wash your own dishes afterward. So I didn't do it.
Later on in the evening, convoluti whisked me off to Local Chocolate Company & Ice Cream Parlor for chilled, frothy, unhealthy things, and then we came back and learned about the intersection of science and art in Radiohead's House of Cards video:
After which I proceeded to sucker her into watching the whole Sìgur Rós @ MoMA performance. Mesmerizing and ideal for a calm August evening. I think I will quite enjoy being a perfect number this year, if this is any indication.