I am 31 today. It has not been the best birthday so far. I got lots of well wishes from friends and family, but other than that, it hasn't been . . . a birthday day, and then the person I dislike the most on the cross stitch board I go to had to be her usual pompous, better than everyone else self and attacked me. I would like to think that it's just a sign of her own self-doubt that she does these kinds of things, but I can't make myself believe that. So I think that, because I have been on the verge of tears over what a stranger who doesn't like me and doesn't know me said to me, it's time for me to step away from the board for a while. I don't think I will be back to it, at least not any time soon. I don't need the hassle. I don't think sneakily. I am not mean. I am me.
Anyway, the only present I want for my birthday is a book about Maryland schoolgirl needlework from my LNS. I saw it last week. I think it would be a good book for my collection, and an inspiration. I am going to ask Mom for it when we are over there tomorrow. I think it would be far better a choice than a gift card to my hairdresser, because I have no desire to cut it right now. Anyway, we'll see.