Birthday Balloons… Another Year Older


And just like that, I’m another year older.  39 in fact!  My 12 year old self wouldn’t have been able to comprehend that I’d ever reach such an age.  But alas, here I am, turning 39 years old on August 26th.

Do I feel older?  Do I feel different?  Am I upset to be 39?  No, no and no.  Shit happens.  And I feel better than I did 10 years ago, so there’s that.  I believe as long as you look after yourself, eat well, exercise and laugh a lot, age is just a number, and you’ll always feel young!

I had a lovely birthday, starting with lots of presents, followed by brunch at Where The Pancakes Are.  My parents are in town, so after brunch we took them around one of my favourite foodie markets at Maltby Street, before heading back home to change and make our way to my favourite bar in London, Frank’s, in Peckham.

We arrived at Franks with fingers crossed behind our backs, as the day was sunny and hot (a miracle!), and that usually means a very long line snaking around the Bussey Building to get up to the rooftop bar.  Luck was on our side, and we swanned straight in, ordered drinks and sat down under the scorching sunshine, sipping rose, and gazing at London’s skyline.  More drinks followed at another of my favourite bars, Bar Story, before we wandered along to Pedler for dinner, another London spot I absolutely love.

Before I knew it, the day was over, I was well and truly 39, and life moved on.  Thank you to everyone who sent online messages, gifts, texts and cards, I treasured every single one of those moments.

I’m another year older.  And I’m totally okay with that!

Annmaree x

(Outfit details: Polka Dot top from H&M, Yellow Skirt from Zara, Blue linen wrap dress from Tobi, White shoes from Zara Kids, Black jumpsuit from New Look)



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