Thank you all for your lovely birthday wishes! I have a very problematic relationship with my birthday but luckily this time my useless and seemingly unavoidable birthday meltdown happened so early in the day I had the chance to recover and spend a lovely evening out with friends and enjoy Jacques Brel’s songs performed in Finnish. Regardless of meltdowns, 30 is a good age to be – just old enough to baffle young international students trying to make small talk (which is a big mistake. do not try to make small talk with me. just don’t.), just young enough to baffle my amazing (and youthful) hairdresser who thought we were the same age when we’re pretty far from it.
My birthday sale went well, considering that even my mother went and bought a matchbox. Thank you! I’ve now retired some old books from the shop to be sold elsewhere and replaced them with six new journals: the above three embellished with antique lace my mother generously donated from her amazing collection of inherited textiles, and another three with plain linen covers. You can view them all here.
Another place you should visit is my dear friend Shannah’s shop; she has some amazing and lovely bunnies available I’m sure you’ll fall in love with! I have a large white Fibonacci rabbit by my bed guarding my sleep and it’s doing a good job.