The Sunday Salon 12.20.09: In which the snowpocalypse ushers me into my late twenties

2009 at 12pm     Posted by Rebecca Joines Schinsky

That’s right folks, today I turn 27 and officially enter my late twenties. And what did I get for my birthday?  A whole foot of snow (holla!), a lazy Sunday, hubby cooking breakfast, and knee-high black leather boots that actually don’t gape open around my calves (thanks, hubby!).  Ahhh, life is good.

Also? My amazing friend Emy made me a wreath out of book pages.  Yes, book pages!  Does it get any better than that?  I was going to hang it on our front door, but I’ve decided it needs a permanent home, and I’m now on the hunt for the perfect spot in our house. Until I find that spot (and because I’m too lazy to mess with taking pictures, uploading pictures, and editing pictures today), here’s a photo from the blog where she found the idea and a tutorial in case you want to make one yourself.

I know, I know. You totally want one, don’t you?

Before I get down to celebrating the fact that my birthday this year coincides not only with a most fantabulous snowstorm but also with Do Nothing But Read Day, let me share a few important lessons I’ve learned this past year, on the road from 26 to 27.

  • When your hair stylist tells you she’s noticing some “highlights” she’s never seen before, she’s trying to tell you you’re getting gray hairs. As if you didn’t already know and spend a ridiculous amount of time in front of the mirror on search-and-destroy missions.
  • Do not, I repeat, DO NOT put your control-top pantyhose on in front of your husband.
  • Though it is (for some unknown reason) socially acceptable for people to share WAY TOO MUCH information about their marriages, pregnancies, family dramas, and health crises on Facebook, it is not, apparently, acceptable to make fun of them for it. Hm.
  • Calling a book a “phenomenal mindf#@k” is a great way to get people to buy the book….and acquire a bunch of really bizarre followers on Twitter.
  • You let your husband  guest blog once, and you better be prepared to spend weeks listening to him gush about his “adoring public.”
  • When your mom cleans out your closet and tells you she found something in one of your old purses and then asks if you want to know what it was, JUST SAY NO. Because the answer, though hilarious, is also way too cringe-inducing when you realize this is your mom—and not one of your girlfriends—you’re talking to.

This week, I reviewed The Guinea Pig Diaries by A. J. Jacobs and Thirteen Reasons Why by Jay Asher, and I featured a guest blog by Laura van den Berg.  I also guest blogged about my favorite Christmas song at My Friend Amy.

I read (and loved) Tana French’s The Likeness this week, and I’m spending my snow day today with The Lost City of Z by David Grann.  I’ll be checking in periodically for the next few weeks, but I’m going to be mostly unplugged so I can enjoy the holidays, and I’ll probably either save my book reviews for after the holidays or post a series of mini-reviews in between. My Christmas shopping is done, my birthday celebration is in full swing, and I’m ready for a most excellent lazy Sunday with Bob and Millie.

What are you up to today?