No matter how old I get I expect to feel different on my birthday. Yet, I never do (anymore, I think the last time was when I turned 18).
I got a package from my Mom who doesn't know about "Project Spectrum" but seems to have been caught by the spirit of it. Pictures tonight.
There's a pale yellow soft silky yarn waiting for me to swatch. I had the best intentions two nights ago, but then I worked on something else.
Off now to celebrate as best as possible my special day.