31

Next week is my birthday. I'll be 31. Ugh. 31 is seeming to be a more difficult number for me to deal with. 30 was a breeze. I didn't feel all the anxiety that you think you'll feel when you turn 30. Granted I had just had a baby, so maybe my mind was on other things. But now, I am IN my thirties. Sounds strange. So, I put together a wish list of lovely items that might just make next Wednesday a little less painful.

sunglasses / wedges / necklace / salt & pepper shakers / tray / pants / earrings