12 February 2015

Its My Party and I'll Cry If I Want To

It's my birthday today, we will forget about the number, DH told me I was getting old, I told him he had 5 years on me so he should take a look at himself, to which he replied Don't crack jokes.  He's been 27 since the day I met him its now at the point where I have no clue how old he is unless I actually calculate it.

The crying part of the title refers to my decision to watch Philomena this afternoon, which I thoroughly enjoyed but it had me sobbing in parts.  I quite often cry at movies, happy, sad it doesn't matter.  Today it got to the point where I fogged up my glasses and couldn't see the binding I was hand stitching.    

Instructions for the magazine project are nearly complete just have to do some final edits before I send it to my mate to work her magic.  Will have to start working on the final block instalment of the Choccy Sampler soon and get back to the quilt top so that you can see the finished product.


Robin said...

Happy birthday! You're not alone... I'm aging another year tomorrow myself. In fact, I'm baking cupcakes as I type this! And though it may have been teary, it at least sounds like you had a nice birthday afternoon with movies and stitching. :)

Kate said...

Happy Birthday! I've decided that old is a very relative term and it doesn't apply to me as there is always someone else who is older. As long as that's the case, I' not old, I'm vintage.

Wendy @ Wendysquiltsandmore said...

Happy birthday! I hope you have a lovely day and get a few moments to yourself to relax at some stage. At least it's a school day, but that probably also means it's a work day. Have fun.

Shay said...

You're not old - you're just beautifully vintage.

Happy Birthday!