Three Oh

On Saturday I turned 30. We celebrated with a potluck at Bailey’s Taproom (hummus and coconut toast and cake and beer. mmm.) And I bought myself a new sewing machine.

Then I used the sewing machine to finish a couple of malingering projects.

30 is more or less like 29. And 29 was pretty good. Both are greatly improved from 20, which was difficult in more ways than I want to count. So here’s to more of that, and getting a little sewing done while I’m at it.