Happy birthday to me. I’m 33 years old today.
We’re visiting my parents for the week while my husband attends a grad school orientation class. Mom offered to make popovers for my birthday breakfast. Who could say no to that? “It’ll be just like Little Women!” I crowed.
Tonight I’ll go along with mom to her knitting group.
And later this week we’ll play with her drum carder. I brought along most of my cleaned Jacob fleece for us to experiment with.