today, I turn 29. I threw myself a party on Saturday, and myriad members of my family and assorted friends came.
Part of me really wants to write the Vogue article, using vivid adverbs and mentioning the hand-detailed dress I wore, the hand-made floral crowns for each guest, how the birthday girl and her best friend recreated days from years ago with Chanel makeup and giggles in the bathroom while rushing about and cooking and toasting bread.
Instead, I leave you with some hazy Instagram shots from the glowy evening and head off to bake myself a birthday cheesecake. Hopefully everyone enjoyed themselves as much as I did, as it was a delightful gathering to mark the beginning of the end of a decade.
Part of me really wants to write the Vogue article, using vivid adverbs and mentioning the hand-detailed dress I wore, the hand-made floral crowns for each guest, how the birthday girl and her best friend recreated days from years ago with Chanel makeup and giggles in the bathroom while rushing about and cooking and toasting bread.
Instead, I leave you with some hazy Instagram shots from the glowy evening and head off to bake myself a birthday cheesecake. Hopefully everyone enjoyed themselves as much as I did, as it was a delightful gathering to mark the beginning of the end of a decade.
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