Stationary Drifting


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30

Holy balls I turned 30! This is me, in the rain, hungover and excited about a giant sunflower.

/// Birthday Day!!! ///

The weekend was so very nice. I was really sick last week and I rolled into my last few days of my 2oies seriously on my last legs. My new work schedule and the amount of time I spend on the metro every day had really led to a helluva cold. I took off work early on Friday because I had a sneaking suspicion that a surprise party was brewing and I needed a nap. The surprise party was adorable. Mars gathering a few of my closest friends together for a really sweet party with family and friends skyped in, champagne, delicious food, cake, balloons, noise makers and streamers. It was lovely and he put so much work into it, it really showed. The party didn’t go late which worked fine for me because I felt like death and I got a good night sleep on Friday night, partially because M slept on the couch (he was trying really hard not to get sick).

/// an extremely fuzzy phone photo of a really delicious cheesecake ///

On Saturday I treated myself to a haircut (with Julie again). I hadn’t had a haircut since April I think. Julie cuts hair so well that it can grow out for literally ages and still look good. I also got my nails done by my friend Laura of Drop Dead Manicures. Yay, self pampering.

/// purple ombre with roses on the ring fingers and thumbs ///

I had a quiet rest of the day with Mars and then we got ready to go out to a party that he was performing at. He gave an incredible performance and then made me get up on stage at midnight to wish me happy birthday. I was totally embarrassed and totally charmed, no one has ever done anything like that for me. We spent the rest of the night dancing, were joined by my good friend Katie and rolled out very late.

Sunday was my actual birthday and the only thing I wanted was to go have brunch at a really great spot that I’m not going to name because its already SO busy and hard to get in there. That’s pretty much all we did too. I didn’t answer any calls except from my parents (seemed fair that they got a pass for making this birthday possible) and we just had a quite day watching movies and napping.

30 is already way different than 20 but I love it. I’m really excited for this new decade and what it will bring me. I did so much in my 20ies and had so many adventures, I’m really curious to know what my 30ies will bring.


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4 simple goals: #2

 

Like I blogged about last week Elsie over at a beautiful mess and her partner have been writing down and trying to stick to 4 simple goals per season. And, like I said, I’m a big fan of goal lists so I’ve decided to participate in the plan too. I, maybe, am less of a ‘stick-to-the-list’ type of person but I’m kind of enjoying these goals, mostly because I took Elsie’s advice and pick things that I’m excited about, may not do otherwise, and that can really add something to my life.

For those that have been following along, reading thoroughly, I’ve had a bit of bumpy starts to the first goal. Turns out that I’m kind of out of the habit of eating fresh fruit and veggies every day. I’m glad I have this goal though because its shone a light on that lack in my diet. Its not that I don’t like fresh produce, I really really do, I’ve just been kind of bad about keeping them stocked in my house/have been shitty about cooking for myself so the stuff I buy has been turning into science experiments in the bottom of the crisper. Oops. Anyway, I’m working on it, on having at least one serving a day and working up. Now that goal #1 is underway let me know introduce:

‘SIMPLE GOAL #2’ : explore a new 30 year old style

The presentation of goal #2 comes at an opportune moment because I was just looking at the date and thinking something along the lines of, “holy shit I turn 30 in 12 days!”. That’s less than 2 weeks. I’ve been anticipating this birthday all my life. I’m not joking. For some, unexplained reason in my family the idea of a champagne birthday (that’s not what we called it has kids, I’m forgetting what we used to call it) was something we talked about a lot. Maybe it was because my brothers’ had theirs at 5 and 8, and my parents had all had theirs by the time we were old enough to conceive of different times in life, I always felt left out of this tradition. This remembering of what my year was like the year of my champagne birthday. So that, coupled with the fact that I think pretty much everyone has some major reflecting for their 30th. The whole, leaving my youth behind and entering a new era (at least mentally?) has been on my mind has my years crept closer and closer to the day. I remember the Christmas I was 27 my mom announced to me that I was closer to 30 than I was to 25 (she was wrong, I wasn’t exactly half way until April and I told her so). I guess I’ve always been a little focused on my age. I usually spend the whole month leading up to my birthday in a bit of a ‘what does it all mean????????’ head space. Just ask my loved ones, I can be a bit of a pill.

ANYWAY, this is all a preface to say that I’ve been thinking a lot about where I want to be and who I want to be when I’m 30. I’m not going to go into all the ways in which I’ve built up/freaked out about turning 30, I would never subject anyone to my mind on that level but looking at the way that I dress and style myself has been something that I would like to shift into what a 30yr old me would be into.

I don’t exactly have an image in mind of what I want. A little more colour, more patterns, more carefully selected/curated things, with seams (ie: less cut off bits), things that fit well, things that make me feel good. My 20ies were characterized somewhat by my refusal to play into my perception of a mainstream idea of womanhood, the kind that was pushed on me in my hometown. I’m not saying that I want to lose my punk/queer influences and start wearing khakis and polos. I just want to move into a style that seems to fit the idea of an adult me that fits my perception of a married me, a master me (soon!), a gainfully and professionally employed me. I want to play more with gender, with femininity, with my body shape and size. Basically I want 30yr old me to be mature playful.

SO my #2 goal this season is to find some pieces &/or some ideas that lead me towards all of this. AND, the added bonus (besides new clothes), the part that fits with the enriching my life, is comfort in my skin. The kind of comfort I’ve been working towards and exploring up until now, and probably will continue to work towards my whole life.