"It sometimes happens, that a woman is handsomer at twenty-nine than she was ten years before; and, generally speaking, if there has been neither ill health nor anxiety, it is a time of life at which scarcely any charm is lost."
And yet again, Jane Austen, you are my hero.
And yet again, Jane Austen, you are my hero.
I'm off today, spending it lazily in frivolous pursuits and doing exactly as I please, which in my opinion, is how everyone should spend her birthday. (And now, may I make a suggestion?: you should spend my birthday by taking advantage of the Incredible Birthday Sale going on in my shop for today only!)
Happy Birthday to Me! And here's to a loss of neither beauty nor charm in 29.
{quoted: the effervescent and luminescent Miss Austen, Persuasion}
{copyrighted image by the talented Tif of Dottie Angel, pulled from the Flickr stream.}
{copyrighted image by the talented Tif of Dottie Angel, pulled from the Flickr stream.}
Happy Birthday to my own little Jane! You are indeed improving with age!
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This is beautiful!
ReplyDeleteWow, no wonder I love your stuff - I was born just one day after you :) Happy late birthday, Sarah. You inspire me!
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