So I just turned thirty - which probably isn't a big deal since I've been acting middle aged since I was about 12 and most of my friends are pushing 40 but somehow it inspired a bit of a birthday funk. Probably not helped by waking up with a bout of viral conjunctivitis on my birthday (a thoughtful birthday gift from the kids!).
With a new decade looming it felt like some sort of mega-new-years-eve style event in which I should make some resolutions. So here are my resolutions for my 30s, the things I'm going to try and do now that I'm all grown up...
Make my bed every day (I'm ashamed to admit this task has long been neglected in our household). I think making an effort to keep our bedroom nice will be a mood lifter. Now I'm not talking about anything extreme like hospital corners - just a shake of the doona and general 3 minute room reset after I get dressed in the morning.
Like Jelly. For some reason I never liked it as a child but now that I'm all grown up there is something about the theatricality of a moulded jelly that really appeals to me. I recently bought mum Wobble, a cookbook dedicated entirely to the art of jelly making. I have to confess I have no idea if mum even likes jelly but I really wanted this book for myself (it really is a bad habit of mine, purchasing gifts I actually want to keep! So don't be surprised if you end up with a retro eames pencil sharpener on your next birthday… you've been warned!) Anyway, I digress, mum made me an awesome mandarin and vanilla bean jelly for my birthday lunch. It was like a very sophisticated version of something from an Enid Blyton book, because you know jelly is a requisite food on any of her fictional tables. (As noted in this amusing excerpt from the Wishing Chair, 'Then came the supper. It was so queer. The long, long table was spread with plates and glasses and dishes, but there was no food at all, no, not even a yellow jelly.') So this year I'm hoping to put jelly on the table when we're celebrating, because really is there anything more delightful?
Introduce cocktail Friday. I'm instigating this as a little rewarding adult 'me' time. With a little help from this gorgeous little book, I'll try a new cocktail every week this year.
Create a beautiful garden. I'm by no means a gardener. Up until now leaving a plant in my care basically amounted to a death sentence for the poor leafy friend. Maybe it won't be any different this time around since so far all I've done is begin to wage a war on all the weeds that have taken up residence in my garden. But I have dreams of apple trees, herb gardens, hollyhocks and foxgloves (I'm not sure if I even really know what a foxglove is but with such a magically evocative name I'm sure it must be fabulous!). It's funny how the older I get the more I end up becoming my parents. I think I've mentioned before that my dad is a passionate photographer. For years I didn't take a single picture and refused to even consider photography as a worthwhile endeavour. Now it's absolutely one of my favourite hobbies. The same could probably said for gardening. Whenever dad has a free moment you can usually find him somewhere in the garden. I'm hoping some of the skills might have magically rubbed off on me!!
Never eat McDonalds again. I know it's bad for me and I could make (or buy) a much nicer burger that actually resembles real food. I'm going to fight the lure of my childhood memories of the golden arches.
That's about it. I'm not sure how long my resolve will last on all of these. Maybe only a few weeks! If anyone is interested I'm blogging over at food fanatics today with a post on kale.