Today I turned 29. The last birthday of my 20's and what am I doing? Sitting in my childhood bedroom of my parents' house in darkest Dorset, waiting for the hours to go past before I travel back to my shared rented house in the home counties. Not that I'm complaining, but I didn't exactly expect that going into my 30th year I wouldn't have my own place, a permanent job and, if not a boyfriend, then a cat! That is one of the problems on having your birthday on Christmas Day. All the usual "growing up" anxieties attack all at once! It also doesn't help that you can pretty much predict EXACTLY how your birthday will go, so not a huge amount of surprise to look forward to. "Christmas in the morning and birthday in the afternoon" you explain for the umpteenth time when you have to admit to someone when your birthday is. "All I want is to go down the pub for a couple of drinks with friends on my actual birthday! Like normal people" is what I actually want to scream. But I don't. I politely smile and laugh it off when they say, without fail: "What?! Christmas day?! That's awful." Thanks, that makes me feel a whole lot better!
Ok, so I had better give you a brief back story. As you know I live in the home counties and share a house with two other girls, Caroline and Natasha. Caroline is in her early thirties and is into sport, crafts and God. She makes a mess everywhere...mainly from the sport and craft rather than the God part.
At 25 Natasha is the baby of the "family". I used to work with her a few years ago which is how we met, and then she moved in last year. She's a workaholic who shares a love of cupcake-making with Caroline and may have a pizza addiction! She has a heart of gold though which I couldn't do without. As a fellow only child we've kind of become adopted sisters.
I work in marketing for a university and I love it as it involves me travelling around the country recruiting students for the university. I'm sure my contract should have "staying down with kids" in there...
And you may be asking, why the name vintage gal? Well, if you hadn't already guessed, I love vintage style of the late forties to early sixties....but all of this will come later. For now I'd better return to the festive/birthday activities, where no doubt my mother and step-dad will be spark out for the count in front of Downton Abbey...I knew that second bottle of prossecco would be dangerous.
Merry Christmas everyone!
