Its funny, waiting for your birthday all 364 days, then its here and gone.
This year’s birthday will be my second in my new life in Spain. Last year, I found I was pregnant 10 days before my birthday. My husband had decided to be organised and had bought my gifts early.
Wasn’t I lucky? Hehehe. But not much good to me. I had a miscarriage two months later. This year, on my birthday I am also pregnant and not drinking, so my lovely husband had to get creative!
This is the arrangement of gifts he selected for me from some markets in Germany.
Clockwise from top left: A German tea scoop. The pince Nez glasses. Next, I think it is a pastry press, Mr E thinks it is a lemon squeezer. A little plastic doll,with intense eyes! A beautiful compact mirror and a Bakelite pill box.
He also promised me a bottle of my favourite perfume from Duty free. However when he (finally!) arrived home late on my birthday, he told me that it was all too confusing at Duty free and he would get it next time.Then this was magically on the table after I had opened the other gifts, good job Mr E!
There is one gift in particular the pince nez with the photograph that I must explain. Mr E and I were good friends for a long time. He came to visit me in the UK and we went to my favourite curiosity shop. Mr E was looking for some false teeth for a sculpture and we found a paper bag full of them. I kept a pair, as a kind of creepy memento of our trip together (it finally went from friends to more-than)
A few years ago, I got these for another birthday. Mr E purchased these from Ebay (again, organised) He was telling our friends before he gave them to me about these beautiful false nashers, and they thought he was crazy! I love that they actually belonged to the last light house keeper on one of the Orkney Islands in Scotland. That they have a little glimpse of someone’s life in something as everyday and essential as teeth.
As is tradition, birthdays last at least a week in our house and I had kicked off 6 days before in fantastic style, with a giant package from my mommy. Dresses, shoes, undies, make up and even some gorgeous gifts for the impending arrival.
I then had a great dinner out with a new friend here who happens to share the same date of birthday, delicious!
As for the actual birthday, as I said Mr E arrived very late, we snacked on Franzbroetchen from the city he is currently stationed for art purposes.
Franzbroetchen, the MOST amazing pastry, and much less healthy than the dinner I had spent most of the day preparing, but birthday worthy nonetheless.
They were gifted to me along with a pen and a beautiful fan, from a German friend who ignited my Franzbroetchen addiction, by having an apartment around the corner from this place!
Thank you to all who made my birthday a great one!
Love and loquats