My sister has been gently persuading (pressuring) me to organise a 40th birthday party for my birthday in February. I haven't had a birthday party before and wasn't sure about it. Anyway, it seems like she has swept me up with her enthusiasm and I am planning a party.
Now, what seems to be fun about planning a party for yourself is that it is all about you. Unlike a wedding, where you try to bring two tastes together. It can be exactly what I want it to be.
I am currently thinking a late Sunday afternoon Garden party at a restaurant/cafe on the beach. I can imagine ladies dressed in pretty summer dresses sipping champagne, men in pants and open collared shirts pretending to play cricket, Don Draper sipping whiskey on the sidelines, children dressed in pretty Sunday outfits with ribbons falling out of heir hair, giggling and building sandcastles on the beach. Mojitos and Pina Coladas at sunset, rosy cheeks, pink lips, wind blown hair and the smell of coconut and flowers in the air.
Now I am really looking forward to my birthday. Have you thrown yourself a party? Did you have a fortieth? What was it like?