Today is my fortieth birthday. I guess I'm supposed to be all depressed about it and stuff, but I keep returning to two facts:
1. The health problems have nothing to do with my age, and
2. I would not re-live my teen years for a million dollars.
So, I'm having a hard time getting worked up. I did tell my mother-in-law this morning that I wish I could have the body I had at fifteen and the life experience and education I have now. She laughed and said something to the effect of "Good luck with that."
Plus, I got presents.
The husbeast got me knives. Of course he got me knives.
At the top, is a boning knife. I've been saying for years I needed a good boning knife, and that's as good a knife as I'll ever get, at the prices I'm willing to pay. (Henkel's four-star.) Chefs pay truly insane amounts for knives, into the thousands of dollars; I'm sure at that price I could get a better boning knife. But I wouldn't pay that even if I could afford it.
Below the boning knife is a backup Girl Knife. (For those unfamiliar with the concept/legend of the Girl Knife, click here.) I'm told I need another one, a Benchmade. (The husbeast says "It is a Reptilian." I assume that's the model thingie.) The other was a Spyderco. Now I am properly equipped for all pretzel-bag emergencies. (This isn't counting the rest of the knives he got me while trying to replace the original Girl Knife, or my beloved Swiss Army knife that I've had since college.)
We both agreed that knives as a fortieth birthday present was oddly appropriate.
Then, I also got more German lace-knitting patterns. You know, because I've knit through the thirty I already have.
I ordered this from Lacis myself, when it arrived, gave it unopened to the husbeast, and said "This is my birthday present." (He, no dummy, said "Okay. What did I buy you?") So today I finally got to open it up and admire the patterns. Of the two sets of German patterns I've bought from Lacis, I would say this set - with the red cover - would be the best to start off with. There is a larger/bigger variety of patterns, and some smaller doilies, for something of a learning curve. It's not all advanced to super-advanced stuff; there are a few I'd even use for teaching lace knitting, if I were to ever do that. (Anyone want a doily-knitting tutorial? Anyone?)
Then I ran out to the fabric store (my sister-in-law sews, I want to batik some fabric for her, for Christmas) and they had... ribbon... on sale.
All in all, a pretty good day.
Oh. And I got a copy of Vogue Knitting, holiday 2008. Brace yourselves. The husbeast was actually laughing at my palpable disgust when I flung it on the floor last night.
In other news, I may be raising an artiste. The other day, the Goob drew this:
She says it's a mosquito bite. Now, if you skip the literal interpretation and go with how a mosquito bite FEELS... well, I'm pretty impressed, really.