Saturday, December 20, 2008

30

Well, I've made it through 3 decades.

Despite my birthday being today, I celebrated early.    I had lunch with friends (sans toenail) yesterday.

Last night was one of the nicest birthday celebrations I've ever had.  A house full of candles, music, delicious food, vintage french champagne and it ended, well rather delightfully.

Coffee and presents in bed this morning, followed by a lovely day of eating chocolate, mangoes and talking with friends.  


12 comments:

Judith said...

Happy birthday! I'm glad you had a wonderful celebration.

kimba said...

sounds bloody beautiful girl.. welcome to the thirties..

xx

:)

Fusion said...

Happy Birthday La Femme, sounds like you've had a great one!

Ms Smack said...

Happy birthday! 30's aren't all that bad, honest! :)

I'm glad you slid into yours in style.

xx

Anonymous said...

That is so nice. Super nice. Welcome to my the world of thirties. It's a big change but wonderful. ;)

Have a fantastic week!!

Anonymous said...

"welcome to my the world of thirties"

see this is what happens, you hit 34 and it's just a downhill slide in grammar and sentence structure.

er...

UBERMOUTH said...

Happy Birthday. Your 30's are wonderful and your 40's even moreso.

Crushed said...

I turned thirty in March.
I've still not quite got over it, really. It doesn't feel right, being thirty.

I never really wanted to be this old, even. Now I am I don't really like it, to be honest. I feel that my best years are behind me and there's nothing really to look forward to. Like the party is over really.

I can still look in the mirror and like what I see- for now. I can still keep myself looking waiflike, I've still got the curls, I can keep myself looking pretty enough- for now.
But I've started to notice my eyebrows. They're starting to look- middle aged. Only slightly. But they are no longer the eyebrows of a boy.
And I've started worrying about my hair. Big time. Because a friend of mine is losing his, and I've started worrying what if it happens to me, because I know I wouldn't be able to deal with it.

So much of my self image is based on feeling youthful. I like to feel PRETTY. And I feel too old now. Ashamed of how old I am, in a way. And ashamed that I no longer look as pretty as I once did, ashamed that I've passed my peak, ashamed that I can never again be the me that I was proud to be, I get further and further away from that ideal with every day that passes.

Turning thirty was quite disconcerting for me, it was a reminder really, that I'm over the hill.

I feel I've failed really. Failed to live fast, die young and leave a good looking corpse.
I'm not the person I always dreamed of being, because I lived beyond thirty and I never wanted to, not really. I wanted to go out in a blaze of glory whilst I still had my curls and a 28 inch waist.

To die knowing that I could only ever be remembered as I was in my prime.

It's the decay I fear, the fact that you will be old and that is how you will be remembered. Not as a youth, but an old man.

fingers said...

Hey 'Crushed', you forgot to add 'Happy Birthday, la Femme' to those cheery sentiments...

fromtheworld said...

Happy Birthday!!!!!! it sounds you had such a really good birthday party!! as it should be!

La Femme said...

VR: Thank you! It was very lovely.

Kimba: Thanks sexy lady.

Fuse: I did :)

Ms Smack: Thanks lovely.

SK: Hehe. Thanks lovely. I think my 30s will be fabulous.

Uber: Thanks.

Crushed: I feel some counseling and a reality check would probably more helpful than cluttering up my comment box. I am happy with what I achieved in my 20s. I've lived in 4 countries, traveled the world, have loved my work, made beautiful friends, and yes, i can see that physically I am changing, but it does not bother me in the slightest. I think aging with grace and dignity is an extremely sexy thing. I find the idea of man wanting to be PRETTY and WAIFISH with curls - really fucking odd. Please refrain from the self indulgent waffle. You have your own blog for that.

Fingers: You on the other hand, can bring women to their knees with your use of language.

FTW: Thanks Poppett!

audrey said...

happy birthday lovely lady! i'm getting to your email..