It's not about the presents. Really. It just happens that this particular birthday did bring some particularly great presents my way. I'll highlight just a few for now, because I'm in a hurry to get to my knitting. (Knitting? Did she say knitting? No way. Bloggers don't have time to knit, do they?)
The new book, Scarf Stuff, and a skein of Little Toes (Little Toes for Big Toes...yay!) from my sweetie who went shopping at Threadbear for me, and a subscription to Knitter's Magazine from Josh and Amy. Josh says he became an instant expert on the knitting mags, and he thinks this is one of the best. I know a lot of people don't like this or that magazine, but personally, I savor them all. If nothing else, I like to read the ads.
This is a true serendipity present, from Monica and Lynette. Sort of like un-secret pals. I am bowled over by having someone knit something for me. Look at the purple flower washcloth. Monica wove in all those ends! That's so impressive. Dedicated readers with astonishingly good memories will note that I never did show a picture of my flower washcloth with all the ends woven in. No sir, I still have a goodly crop of unwoven ends. I'm thinking it would be simpler to put a bead on each end, and pretend that it's a design element. But that would be finishing work too. (Finishing? Did she say finishing? No way. Bloggers don't have time to knit AND finish.) Anyway you lovely ladies, this is such a treat. As soon as I finish this entry, I'm going to go take a bath, soap up with the lychee nut soap, and then lavish on the olive butter. The scarf will have to wait a little longer to be used. It's SOOOO pretty.
I unwrapped a beautiful necklace from Chicos, fun hair clips and a back massager that looks an awful lot like a sex toy (I love it, Beckers), a turtle keepsake box with a neat silver necklace of my mom's that I admired profusely and hinted broadly would make a great gift someday. I got a bowlful of cookies which I passed around at Threadbear. I got taken out to brunch by these neat people.....
But here's the most unique gift of all. I had asked Lynn for one of his photos to use as decorative art. Look at this beauty....
This is the bowl of yarn that sits on my coffee table, with needles, ready for anyone who is in the mood to add a row or two, or an inch or two, or a foot or two. He's blown it up, matted, and framed it himself. I think he's ready for prime time.
So it's not about the presents, really. It's about the love and friendship and caring that they all represent. It's about the dinner with my family on Thursday, and the lunch with the Chicago bunch on Saturday, and the breakfast with Kate and Roger on Sunday, and the time Chey took to make me cookies, and the hundred million birthday cards and emails and comment and hugs at the dances, and hugs at Threadbear on Sunday. It's about the fact that I'm 28 1/2 twice, and if the birthdays are always as nice as this, how could I mind getting older? (Well, I still mind. But so what.) It's about the fact that Bush and Kerry can slug it out all they want; in my little corner of the world, people come first.