I love my birthday week! In part, because the presents tend to get parceled out over the week instead of accumulating for one big day. Admit it… you love presents too, right? Who doesn’t? And I don’t know about you, but I enjoy it more that way. I get to savor the event and really pay attention to the moment.
IZ is such a good guy that he tends to buy early and then his presents burn holes in his pockets—no forgetting my birthday! (He did once when I turned 17 and he’s never lived it down!) He gets all twitchy. The year I turned 29, he splurged so early that I got my gift on New Year’s Eve because he just couldn’t wait any longer to give it to me! We have a rule though: no giving gifts early and then feeling guilty when my day comes so you end up doing MORE. (Which is better than buying early and completely forgetting you did, which is what I do!) I don’t need MORE! He’s learned over the years to wait longer and pace the week. These days, I end up with my gifts throughout my birthday week instead of months in advance. Yes, I’m still 12!
I’m so excited for this book. I almost got it for myself this weekend when I was in Portland, but something told me it would be poor form to be buying myself books the week before my birthday. I hate to be scooped like that, so better to wait. And sure enough, IZ asked me today, “Do you want a your present now or do you want to wait?” What kind of question is that? Now, of course!
This book is so very, very perfect! So much, that even the Boy was impressed.
Boy Wonder: Mom, when you trust me enough to use the sewing machine by myself, I’m so going to look in this book and find a project!
The Boy knows how to warm his crafty mother’s heart. Obviously, I’ve got some reading to do. You think if I crease the spine to open just right, the kid will take the hint?
Did I mention I love my birthday week? Don’t mind me, I’m a little giddy.
I suspect we will soon be delighted with photos of sewing projects. What fun!
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Yes, yes, yes! I can hardly wait for the machine to use with this book! 😀 ~W
What can I say? I imagine some might feel that giving gifts this way kills joy – but to me it prolongs it. It allows one have fun with one’s “new toys” as a build up to the big (denial) day. Of course, there are some who hold a different view. One person told me that I was lucky the sewing machine was too heavy to throw. Apparently her beloved had given her pots and pans on her birthday (she loves to cook) and she felt they were unromantic, not very thoughtful, and let her soul-mate know in no uncertain terms that this was not an appropriate gift. (Can we say flying pots folks?) Anyway – I’m so glad that you are “gearing up” for a great birthday. You deserve it!
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Ok, one rule: we don’t talk about your mother. Ever. M’kay? ~W
WHAT? It’s your birthday? How did I miss that? Happy Birthday (again) you sweet thing. This is how they are supposed to be- the celebration of your birth should leave you all giddy. Have I mentioned how very much we love our poop bag bags?
I realize I’ve taken liberties with the official name, but they are well designed and work well, plus they are ever so attractive adorning the litter box salon. Sew on, mother and child!
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Oh, my birthday isn’t until the 24th. We just celebrate all week. I’m glad you like the Bag Bag… he’s certainly been selling them! ~W
I’m with IZ, draw it out a little and have fun with it. 😀
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I am! I am! 😀 ~WÂ
If we can extend your b-day week to 8 days… can we call it Birthdaykah?
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Yes! Oh, my own holiday. I’m going to lobby Congress for it to be federal. Like you need another holiday in February. 😀 ~W