Somewhere in the middle of even managing finding the time to breathe (yes, MacD, I promise to finally learn to meditate to get through these crazy crunch times) while getting real things done (read: work and actual obligations), I am attempting to put together a celebration where a certain about-to-be-forty-year-old wants to party like its 1989. So, yes, for one night, I am all set to recreate the days of big hair, big shoulders, bad fashion but arguably the best decade for music.
Mood Board #1
random shots via google images
Then we've got the dynamic duo. After four years of putting off having any birthday parties, I'm finally giving in. It won't be huge like the ones were used to on this side of the planet, but still. A party is a party. Plus if you know me you know I tend to get
obsessive compulsive totally into it.
Mood Board #2
What would i do without you, etsy?
And finally... When you're turning eighty one and share your birth date with your son and his twin sons, it really is cause to celebrate, to get on a plane, to dance the hula on a sandy beach, and take the family along with you while you're at it.
Mood Board #3
Thank you again, google images.