I had a landmark birthday this year. 30. Let me tell you this, thirty is awesome. I am in the best place I have ever been in my life and going places. 30 is only old to a child, or maybe a teenager. I’m a lot wiser than my 20s, more sure of myself and discovering the wonderful person I want to be. (and am!) Why would I want to be 20? I have a friend who refuses to be 30. His birthday is coming in the summer and he wants a 29th birthday (again). Then he will skip to 31. What is the big deal? Is our culture that obsessed with age? I don’t think so, at least less and less. I think more and more women are finding out how fabulous 30 is. More successful celebrities than ever are falling in this age range, one that used to be a killer for one’s career: you are too old to play a young woman and too young to be a hag. (Excuse the term). People are redefining the way age is conceptualized. Even older women are beautiful, successful and praised for it. A complement for an older woman is that she looks like she’s in her 30s. Well, beauty is more than skin deep and there is a lot more to the 30s than beauty. I conceptualize it as power, success and opportunity; “the prime of your life,” as they say. And another thing, I don’t believe that ends at 40 either.
Higlights from my birthday:
I threw my own party. I wanted a cocktail party and I knew I would have to throw it, if I wanted it to happen. It’s also a good excuse to throw a party, one that more people would (hopefully) attend.
I also made my own cake. (Cupcakes actually). They were lemon with cream cheese frosting. It was supposed to be rose cream cheese frosting. I chickened out, not wanting to scare away my guests. Ditto on gluten-free and vegan.
However, I made an amazing spread that was vegetarian, some gluten free and some vegan. Here are three of the things I made.
Spinach Feta Rolls
Mango Salsa Wontons
It happened to be Earth Hour that night. We turned out the lights at 8:00 pm and didn’t turn them back on until the tealights went out at about 1:30 am. I was worried, but everyone loved the candlelight!
I went away the weekend before. I never go away and if I do it’s as cheaply as possible. Well my friend and went to Niagara Falls and lived like queens for the weekend. We ate at Mossimo Capra’s restaruant and went to the spa. We had a wine tour. I can’t curl my tongue, but I can properly taste wine now….That didn’t stop me from pretending I knew what I was doing until this point!
We had drinks at the Hard Rock Cafe.
We dressed up, and pretended to be richer and fancier than we are. (I’ll take any excuse to dress up).
We didn’t even take any falls pics…or even go right down to the falls. Even though Niagara Falls is nothing new to us, I kind of wish I had a pic to go with the whole weekend album.
It was the ultimate couple’s getaway. Well, we’re always joking that I’m her wife….
P.S. Does anyone think that I look both skinnier (arms) and wider (body) in the cocktail party dress, and then both skinnier in the waist and wider (proportioned) in the arms in the other dress….well I could write an entire blog on body dysmorphism and dressing proportionately. Just a thought.