Aging And The F Words

My daughter and son-in-law are on their way over. It's a long drive. Eight to ten hours depending on how many stops you make. They're coming after work and can't meander as much as I do when going their way. I'm quite excited to see them. About a month ago...

... my daughter offered to make my birthday dinner. Since then she's been reading cookbooks and taste testing recipes and it sounds like we all have a gourmet treat in store for Saturday night. Everyone will be home for dinner on Saturday and then back again on...

... Sunday morning - my actual birthday - for crepes with fruit and whip cream and other goodies. The next time I post, I'll be fifty. As much as I've enjoyed the forties and the whole I'm forty and I'm not doing that and you can't make me thing, fifty holds a special appeal. From what I can tell, it's the decade where a woman is the freest - and hopefully the healthiest - to explore her own interests. I've been thinking a lot about aging and...

... the F words. Fabulous. Flirty. Feminine. Fun. They all sound good to me. Fifty will be the decade of me - not in a selfish way but in a self care way.  I'm excited.

I was determined not to post today until I had something sewing to say. After reshaping the neckline, it and the armholes were finished with self made bias and two rows of top stitching and except for the hem, the linen dress - wearable muslin - is complete. As soon as someone helps me to mark the hemline, I'll do that and it'll be finished for Sunday.

Next week, I'll start on the real birthday dress. I bought a knit lining for cheap in the bargain center today as well as some velvet piping at 75% off. Gotta love that.

This is the view from my sewing machine on a grey, cloudy day. As you can see, it's still quite bright. This studio is going to work out wonderfully. It's feeling very much like home after only a few days. YEAH.

Talk soon - Myrna

Grateful - a positive anticipation of turning fifty