all-in-one

My tulips died like all tulips eventually die. Today I bought lilies and carnations. Pure white and dark dark red, carried them home in the bright sunshine. Tomorrow is my 28th birthday; it sounds much more grown up than I feel. It is only appropriate to feel young now. My mother wrote me: Huomenta, morsian. Good morning, bride. It, too, made me feel young, though it hadn't occurred to me that getting engaged kind of makes me a bride now. I guess I'm a very slow learner with these things.


I have pincurls in my hair and three different sorts of macarons maturing in the fridge (lemon, cherry and chocolate, in case you're curious). A film noir party tomorrow: engagement, birthday, housewarming and easter all-in-one.