This is 40

 

 

In 4 days I will be 4-0.

So of course I needed a cute lunch box and thermos. (Which Alison knew, which is why she brought me a set all the way from the UK.)

Because I like cute.

I have come to embrace this about myself. My proclivity towards the cheerful.

If you get on my Pinterest board you will notice that quite a few of my pins are of children’s rooms and crafts.

I often bemoan that I wish they made the cute shoes and clothes that little girls wear in my size. Things with colorful stripes, flower patterns, and polka-dots running amok all over them.

No one will ever call me sophisticated or edgy or relevant.

Once upon a time this bothered me.

I wanted to be taken seriously.

I wanted to be cool.

I believe in mess and authenticity as well as seeing on the sunny side. My chipped, vintage floral glass is half full, and I will happily give you half of my half.

I used to be confused by these two sides of myself. The side that wanted to talk about deep, messy, hard things, and the side that wanted to crochet a bunting at the same time.

Now, meh, Whatevs.

I am 40.

This is who I am.

Welcome.