I have never been one for a lot of personal pomp and circumstance, especially as it relates to those celebratory events we call birthdays. Considering I am turning 30 on Saturday, however, I felt it appropriate to celebrate by giving a little something away.

That little something is the fabric-covered button bracelet pictured above and made by yours truly. The button measures ¾” and is set on a dark brown leather band with clasp. As I have abnormally small wrists, I measured it a bit bigger than what I would wear. The bracelet is about 9” in circumference, and it would look best with the button snug against the wrist. What is the point of wearing the bracelet if it is only going to slip around where no one can see it? In otherwords, you should probably measure around your wrist to get a rough estimate of how this would fit.

Incidentally, my little sister’s birthday is on Friday. Yeah ~ how cool is it to have a sister that was almost born on your birthday? It’s cool to me, anyway (Other than the fact that my own mother had a difficult time remembering my birthday for years. My sister is actually my half-sister, as we have different mothers. So the fact that my mother would confuse the birth of her own daughter with someone to whom she’s not even related, well . . .  But it’s okay now. Really. Seriously.)

I made a matching bracelet and earring set for my sister (different fabric) and two hair ponies for my niece. Silly me, I totally forgot about taking a picture until after I had already put the package in the post. It’s my old age. ‘Cause, you know, I’m about to turn 30!

If you would like to be the recipient of this bracelet, please leave a comment specifying that you would like to be entered into the drawing. Another member of my family will randomly choose a name, and the winner will be announced in Saturday’s post. That means you have from now until Friday night eastern time to get your name in the hat.

Not to rub it in or anything, but I have a pre-birthday lunch date on Thursday with my husband’s aunt and mother (no boys allowed). My children (and my husband, I suspect) are a little disappointed they can’t come. Mwa ha ha! On Saturday, my husband is taking me to a restaurant, and get this, it’s a surprise. Forty-five minutes away, and I have no idea where we are going. And I am supposed to dress up! And get this (I already said that, but who cares about proper sentence structure when the excitement is just about ready to burst through the top of my head?), I don’t have to clean up or do dishes!!! My husband asked me what I would like, and I requested that I be the last one out of bed and that someone else (namely someone who can measure and pour water and coffee grounds without making a complete mess) has to make the coffee. I know. I’m very demanding.

Woot! Woot! Woot!

And on top of all that, this is what Hannah (age eight) said to me today:

“Gosh mom, I can’t believe you are going to be 30 because, you don’t even look 20. You look, like, 19!”

Oh, yes! She’s my star child today