I have officially lost the right to put '14' on my profile bios.
(Yes, Happy Fifteenth Charlie!)
I have neither experienced that proverbial and oft described as "sudden swooshing sensation" upon waking up - aka maturity setting in - nor woken up all bouncy and bright like I did a decade ago. Rather, it was more of a wake-up-at-five-due-to-insomnia and message-friend-also-suffering-from-insomnia before having the oh-its-my-birthday kinda morning.
It's strange, really, to think that I used to be all too eager to shoot up, and now, I'm bemoaning my loss of youth and dreading the appearance of crow lines (okay, I kid about the latter statement). Or the current moaning and groaning over needing to be taller when I used to despise being the head that stuck out from the sea of heads in class...
Still, some things never change. Being fifteen hasn't gifted me with the ability to wait for buses patiently, and definitely NOT liking the frosting and cream of cakes, as well as coffee.
Which brings me to my next point - birthday cakes.
Last year, I had this cake. If I could summarize it in three words now, it would be with these: flamboyant, over-the-top, and so-last-year. Who even has the sense to combine candles with balloons? (because hot air expands and you know, pop goes the balloon...)
In comparison, this year's breakfast 'cake' is so, so underplayed and understated in comparison - bread from TBB, cookie butter further caramelized with irish cream, cranberry compote, strawberries. All sandwiched and toasted.
As for the cake-cake (which wasn't much of a 'cake', might I add), it was such a surprise to see my father carrying a fuchsia cake box home, and even more so for it to contain cupcakes + an Ispahan.
It's been such a lovely birthday, but really, 'lovely' barely covers it.
I've had the opportunity to spend an afternoon with a good friend, received innumerable well-wishes, as well as tickets to an upcoming exhibition I had no idea how I attained, as well as a few features* of late. Not to mention my upcoming trip to NY.
I'm one hella lucky girl.
Here's to another year ahead, and to being another year closer to the (legal) drinking age. Cheers.
*I was recently featured on the Huntgram blogas well as on Desktop Mag.
And I just wanted to share what my friend, Mary, made for me.
It. Is. So. Sweet.
To be continued.