For a few days there, my life was facing Glamour side out, as I seemed to be jet-setting around to see rock concerts, chit-chatting with geniuses, and announcing a talk and runway show of our CGB work at the Fashion Institute of Technology in NYC.
Now, though, I’m sitting in St. Louis, with an icepack on my typing/beading muscles, looking forward to family spaghetti dinner and MISS HULLINGS LEMON LOAF to celebrate not only Bri’s 27th birthday, but her successful completion of the Boston Marathon. All in one day!
The crown-shaped sign on her visor says “It’s My Birthday!”
Honestly, it’s hard to believe what a gentle badass she is. Running 26 miles on an ankle that she set herself, right there on the floor, when it was broken during a roller derby match. Scampering up teetery Coast Guard riggings in storms at sea. Beating me at Scrabble.
She isn’t here, but we are extremely enthusiastic about the celebration.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY BRI!