March Hare: Birthday? Hahaha! My dear child, this is not a birthdayparty!
Mad Hatter: Of course not! Hehehe! This is an unbirthdayparty!
Alice: Unbirthday? Why, I’m sorry, but I don’t quite understand.
March Hare: It’s very simple. Now, thirty days have Sept- no, when... an unbirthday, if you have a birthday then you... haha... she doesn’t know what an unbirthday is!
Mad Hatter: How silly! Ha HA Ha Ha! Ah-hum... I shall ellusinate! Now statistics prove, prove that you’ve one birthday.
March Hare: Imagine, just one birthday every year.
Mad Hatter: Ahhh, but there are 364 unbirthdays!
| This happens to be my birthday...as opposed to all those other days which I celebrate as unbirthdays...and possibly the only time I could envision wearing Martin Margiela's gift bow ring. However, as the ring is a momentary whim, I will focus on the tapas and gallons of sangria...which, later today, will be a reality. Cheers! |  |
I must say I really, really love your blog. You inspire me to see the fun side of fashion, because that's a thing that always strike me with you, there is always something charmingly childish about your approach. And I mean this as a great compliment!
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i have 11 unbirthday months, and one whole entire birthday month.
happy day!
editor - it is...and I really like your birthday policy...I've been working on a "birthday week" but maybe I just need to go the whole hog...
I hope it was joyful, and that it was all you wanted it to be.
xx
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now i'm too caught up in demanding, i mean enjoying Birthday Month to notice the age change - that and i start practicing my new age a few months ahead of time (using it if anyone asks my age, etc.), so there is no ((boom)) when the calendar hits the B-Day.