In an attempt to regain a bit of sparkle in my life, and just generally treat myself after a bit of a rough few months, I’ve decided that this year I’m going to spend my birthday being entirely selfish and spoiling myself rotten. I’m going to eat what I want (hopefully) and I’m going to sleep when I want and watch what I want and spend time with who I want. It’s going to be totally chilled out, because that’s what I need right now, and it might involve afternoon tea. Who knows. This is the first year I’m not having any major celebrations for my birthday, and to be honest I’m quite happy with that.
I am, however, going to celebrating turning the ripe old age of 22 by finally splurging on a few of the random bits and bobs that have been sitting in my bookmarks waiting for a rainy day. Be that replacing the foundation I love or finally buying the NCIS hoody that I’ll only ever wear in the house, I deserve a little treat or two. When I’ve been asked what I want for my birthday this year I’ve mostly found myself leaning towards the response of “I don’t know”, or a wardrobe, or something related to making my bedroom the cosy den I rely on for recharging. Think Kate Spade pyjamas, blankets and cushions, as well as books and DVDs to cosy up with. I am going to be a 22-year-old grandma, and proud.
Yes, that Pandora charm is the October birthstone. No, I was not born in October. I just like it, okay?