Today I hit the quarter-life mark. I'm ignoring that fact, and the fact that it's only a matter of time before I start spotting fine lines and maybe the dancing baby. Ooga-chaka.
I went to the salon this morning for a cut and a blow out. My stylist starting poking at something in the back of my head and making a puzzled face. And then..and then she pulled out a scissors and snipped something off to show me. It was the saddest deadest most stark white wiry hair. I made a joke about the origin of said hair. But it was not the way I had hoped to kick off the second quarter-century of my life.
Nevertheless, it's been an unseasonably warm and gorgeous day, and that is a gift in itself. I'd always wanted the autumn leaves to stay on the trees until my birthday, and this year they have. It's been a lazy day involving crepes and tea and strolling, and later it will involve stillettos and diamonds and a black silk dress and wine and jazz and STEAK. So overall it's a fine day.
My birthday is 11/11. I used to date someone who was also an 11/11, And after him, I started dating a 1/1. If this has some psychic significance I don't know what it is, but it is at least an amusing coincidence.