Well folks, Remy and I are off down south to my parents' farm tomorrow morning for two weeks. For the first time since I was about 12*, I'll be spending my birthday with my folks, and this one is a biggie - 30.
I'm not sure how much blogging there will be from me. They have a nasty dial-up connection that drives me completely potty.
I plan on visiting the Super Secret Second-hand Store while I'm there - yippee! - and this time I'm on the lookout for a genuine 100% I'm-living-in-the-country-now wireless on which to listen to National Radio, and delicious 1950s duck-egg blue crockery. Ooo, and I'll be doing the usual treasure hunt for vintage fabric and buttons. I can feel my heart starting to race while I'm just thinking about it.
I also have plans for whipping up a dress on my mother's to die for Bernina. All going well (read: better than that whole incident with the sack dress), I'll post photos of it on my return.
Speaking of my return, there's only 2 weeks between getting back to the city and moving to the country. Eek! It's going to be a seriously busy and exciting time.
*I served 5 years in a boarding school from the age of 12, and my birthday is at that funny 'is it Easter or is it not' time of year, so I generally spent my birthdays at school, and then I ran away to live in Wellington after that.