I turned 30 two days ago. I spent a couple of weeks being really, really, sad about this fact. And, perhaps I buried myself into things other than knitting, writing and reading. But now that it's done. The party festivities have come and gone. I've sung the song that was in my heart and showed what a champ I was in the bar room. I'm 30 years old. It feels surprisingly good.
I'm beginning to notice that as my friends all reach this stress-inducing age we all seem to be learning something. One friend is learning how to say "No" while I'm learning to stand up for my heart.
What I'm saying is, you don't have to be afraid of 30. It sneaks up on you and it looks like it's going to do some damage to your psyche but really, it's a big old tease.
Fun news!! I had a chance to visit the new Purl Soho location in N.Y.C. It's beautiful. The whole damn place is like porn for knitters. I'm saving my big yarn purchase for this coming weekend, when I indulge in some koigu mori. Today, I kept it simple. I bought some Habu Textiles raw silk lace weight yarn. It's yummy looking and I can't wait to find a lovely lace scarf pattern for it.
