It’s been a great week. Shoot, it’s been a great month. November is my favorite month, not only because my birthday falls right in the middle, but also because the weather begins to change. The leaves on the trees around my house are finally changing. The one across the street is a bright red and I know that once it starts to go, the tree in my front yard will follow a few days later. I’ve lived here almost ten years and you start to notice those sorts of things. Why though? I want to know.
I received a wonderful (for the most part) Stitch Fix. I might freeze, but the I’m-not-sure-if-it’s-black-or-navy dress is going to be my 30th birthday outfit.
Had our first book club in a while. That was actually at the end of October, but it was still great. We’re currently reading my pick, Life After Life by Kate Atkinson.
I’ve been reading like crazy. I like it when I’m like this, devouring everything I can get my hands on. I’m almost through all the A Song of Ice and Fire books and I need to slow down with that. Basically one left and I’m pretty sure I won’t be able to leave it alone very long. Lots of poems, a short story here and there. I love reading!
I remember being so excited about this homemade birthday cake. It was 1992, I was still a tad obsessed with The Little Mermaid, and for the first time in a few years I had a birthday cake of my very own. See the little boy in the white shirt? That’s my baby brother, Ryan. He was born 5 days after my fourth birthday and for the rest of our childhood most of our birthday celebrations were combined. But for this particular birthday, I was allowed to invite my best friend and cousins to my Granny and Paw Paw’s house for some homemade birthday cake with some Little Mermaid figurines on top.
Most of my cakes since then have been homemade. There were a few store-bought cakes interspersed, but not many. Because they were so rare, I grew up thinking they were more expensive (right) or better (not always). And so along with wanting my own birthday party, shared with no one else, as a kid I longed for a beautiful store-bought cake. I remember talking mom into buying me one when I was in high school or early college and thinking how it wasn’t nearly as good as it looked when it was all said and done. Lots more money, prettier on the outside, but not nearly as tasty as homemade.
Today, I am taking myself to a local bakery and buying what I know will be a beautiful cake on both the inside and out (it helps that I’ve tried some of their cakes before). I will eat a piece and savor it, happy that another year has passed, that I’m not sick on my birthday this year, and that the future looks bright — brighter than even 28 candles…and much less of a fire hazard.
I rode around the pastures with Paw Paw the other day and snapped quite a few photos of the cows, but this one is my favorite. I was thinking it would be nice frame a nice, big print of this Charolais for him. He loves his cows and I think this would be special for him. His birthday is coming up in August and I want to have it ready by then. This is a surprise, so no one spill the beans, please!
There are three different versions of the photo that I’ve been working on: color, black and white, and sepia. I think any of them would go fine with the decor in Granny and Paw Paw’s house, but I would like your opinions on which one you prefer. So, there’s a poll below. Pick one, if you don’t mind 🙂
And if you want to tell me what you like about it/why you picked one over another, feel free to comment.
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