I am a lucky, lucky girl

I was lying in bed last night and I realized something, I've never had a bad birthday.

When I was a kid my mum always made a big deal about birthdays. We got parties with games, treasure hunts, and one time I had a costume party where I was Princess Jasmine.

And my last 3 birthdays have been pretty awesome. This year I got to turn 21 in a country I'd never been to before, bungy jumped, and then came home to a party with all my favourite people. I even got to wear a tiara!

Last year I turned 20 in Venice, my second favourite city after London. Possibly the most romantic, amazing, mind blowing city to spend your birthday in.

And the year before I really wasn't feeling my birthday. I woke up feeling bleh, another year feeling like I wasn't completely whole and that my broken heart wasn't completely healed. But then my friends threw me a surprise party that I was actually surprised about.

So 21 years and not a single bad birthday. I hope it stays that way. I love all of you who've made my birthdays special in some way.

I'll have my cake...and it eat it too

Belated birthday posting! I spent my 21st in Auckland by design. I wanted to avoid a big party at home (though that kinda happened). So I figured a great way to spend my birthday would be with some people I really loved in a place I'd never seen.

Oh and also jumping off the Auckland harbour bridge but that's a story for a different post.

The night before my birthday Marsha and I went to bed and then she got up and said she had to do some work for her mum. I was like huh? So late?? What are you doing. And she was like urgghhh I dunno lah she's gonna piss me off.

Then as I tried to sleep I heard some very strange noises coming from the kitchen. It sounded like she was drilling! I was in half a mind to have a look when it occurred to me she was making my birthday cake. Hehehe. And I knew she's be royally pissed if I did spoil the surprise. So I stayed in bed.



And I was right! She made me a red velvet cake! One of my faves.


The candles kept relighting. I had to blow them out a few times. Inset a dirty joke about my blowing abilities.

I forgot to make a wish until I was cutting. Haha. It was yummy! And I was so touched that Marsha made me a cake. I don't know if I had even mentioned to her before that I liked Red Velvet cake. But it was gorgeous and the nicest thing to have sitting out for me on my birthday.

Thank you Marshy Parshy!

Welcome To A Mad Tea Party

Okay so I'm really bored. I can't leave the house much. I went out to dinner with the stepbrother last night and we were only out for a couple of hours and I was pretty tired after that.

And I'm sick of talking about how I'm a pathetic Victorian maiden stuck wasting away at home (so maybe reading Pride and Prejudice is not helping). So I thought I'd blog about something more pleasant.

Before all the drama that anemia has brought to my life (who would've thought I'd write a sentence like that ;D ), I went to a very special birthday party.

Becky Harding invited me to her birthday...with strict instructions to wear a hat. The theme was a Mad Hatter's Tea Party. You know that great scene in Alice in Wonderland where she's at the tea party? It's probably one of the most iconic parts of the book.




Some of us took the mad hat theme more seriously than others. Here I am with the youngest Harding and his very dashing lampshade hat.



This is a bad picture. Hmmm....but I am really lazy to take it down and put a better one up. There were lots of cupcakes there. Becky's mum made some really gorgeous chocolate ones. These beauties were from Wondermilk.


Here I am with Val and the birthday girl who was the Mad Hatter. Fitting. As you can see Val went all out with her hat too.


And the piece de resistance...the hat shaped cake. Three layers of moist butter cake with the best buttercream icing piped onto it.

It was a great party and everyone was very sporting and came with a hat. Though some people abandoned their headgear at some point. Can you tell I was a sexy cop?