It was my birthday yesterday! And what a beautiful time I had, half the day lying lazily in bed, the other half drinking with my friends. I feel like a lucky girl.
I made a cake to take into my office, as I’ve been told it’s traditional to do that on your birthday. I decided to bake a lemon cake, and decorate it blue.
Then I decided to put glitter on top. Basically I made a cake that 13 year-old Chelle would have loved. This got me wondering why we feel we need to act our age. It also got me wondering why we don’t eat more blue food.
The cake was eaten up, I turned another year older, the last year of my 20′s, and I decided not to try and act my age. When you approach 30 a lot of people discuss the pressures and expectations that suddenly appear at this ripe old age. So I decided, sod that! Put glitter in your food, why not? If you act as crazy as you want, one day, if you’re lucky, you will actually be OLD, old enough for the craziness to become acceptable again.
This is not a meaningful post, just a big old hands-in-the-air celebration of being forever young. Woooohhoooooo! The only thing blue about my birthday this year was the cake.
*laughs hysterically, throws shoes into the air and runs away maniacilly*