birthday loot

I only get my hair cut about twice a year. I get it cut real short and then I just let it grow until it gets to one of two points. It gets hot enough that I am pulling it back all the time or in my face so much I am pulling it back all the time. I'm ready for my semi-annual haircut especially since the two points have coincided.

I had entertained the notion that I would get my hair cut before my birthday party on the off chance that someone other than me just might use my camera and take a couple of shots. Of me, not the tequila. Just kidding, there wasn't any tequila there...open.

moving along...

Apparently, it was low on the priority list.

We had been having the most extraordinary weather last month...cool, dry, breezy days with rampant blue skies. So of course, Saturday, summer paid a visit. Saturday was my party. Because Marc had checked the weather forecast (he's clever like that), we knew it was supposed to be hot and humid so with that in mind, we had the AC man out early in the week to check the (very old) central air unit and make sure that everything was in order so we could cool down the house for when our guests arrived. Everything checked out.

About 4 PM Saturday we went to turn it on and...nothing happened. Nothing happened no matter what we did. So I took my now cool shower and twisted my hair up into a little bunlet in the back, put on shorts instead of the pants I had planned to wear and greeted my closest friends and immediate family.

The AC guy did show up after we called and got it going after replacing a part which had shorted out possibly because of a power surge or could have been mice that will chew through wires and insulation.

Anyway, all this is prelude to these all new pictures* of me, taken at 60 years and one day old. Do I look happy?

I was, very.

I got some very cool presents too.

My son and DIL gave me this plum tree.

A garden plaque from friends Carol and Rick.

My daughter and grandkids made these great stepping stones.

This beautiful vase made by our glass blower friends Dick and Kathy.

A fabulous wind chime tuned to 'C' from my sister.

A very pretty necklace, a book on yoga and a year's subscription to The Yoga Journal from friend Phyllis.

And, of course, the party from Marc who planned it and provisioned it.

I am a lucky girl.

* Special thanks to Hilary of The Smitten Image who photoshopped the cabinet handles out for me so my antennae aren't showing.