mud pies to medicine: The Last Year of My First Quarter Century

Tuesday, January 17, 2012

The Last Year of My First Quarter Century

This weekend I started my 25th year of life, which means... I turned 24. I once got into a bit of a misunderstanding with B when, in an attempt to be poetic and different I wished him a happy start to his 25th year of life and he got mad at me because I didn't know how old he was. I knew he was turning 24, but on your 24th birthday you start your 25th year of life. Sheesh. Just like at your first birthday you've been on the world for a whole year and then you start your second year. So anyway I got a little behind on posts because I just got off a 2 week study binge and decided to abandon the computer for a weekend whilst celebrating. There has been far too much cake and icing consumed this weekend and still remnants of chocolatey deliciousness sitting around my apartment. A quick rundown of the weekend included:

Friday night revelry with friends with wine and cupcakes:


beautiful cupcakes made by T-Hens

Dinner Saturday night at the Chart House which was amazing. A beautiful view of the NYC skyline, absolutely delicious food, and great company to top it off. Sunday my BFF came to visit and we did fantastically girly things like watch a chick flick and paint our toenails. My boyfriend sent a lovely vase of longstem roses.

And Kate came on Monday (thanks for the day off MLK!) and we made cake and worked on my wall.

Kate can decorate a cake!

I went to the antique store on Saturday with my mom and sister and found some really great stuff to add to the wall. I would still call it a work in progress but it is progressing quite well. Many thanks to Kate for her help. It was most definitely a two man job.

And the pictures for the day, well I'm behind and none of the above are really resolution worthy but at least to keep up #14 A Spot of Tea. Also at the thrift shop I found some cute china and some tarnished spoons. The utensils are mostly for picture taking. Shiny spoons are hard to photograph. I don't plan on dipping these tarnished ones in my mint tea!

These thrift store finds are becoming more and more important in my resolution. I originally tried to take this on a white table and it just didn't look great. Throw it on top of a Coke crate from 1972 and you've got a nice little backdrop. My more useful thrift store finds have been handkerchiefs, luggage, and wood crates. Old books, china, and utensils make great subjects.

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The inspiration you ask?

I miss making mud pies. There is this huge rock in my front yard. To call it a rock really does it a dishonor. It is a boulder, brought home by my father on a huge dump truck after he blasted it out of a work site. My mom one day told me that even though it is nearly 2.5 feet high, 6 feet long, and 2.5 feet wide, that it was, in fact, only half-showing. The scientist inside of me was disbelieving and set out to get some proof. Clad in a dress, bow in my hair, and my best accessory, a shovel, I trudged outside ready to prove my mother wrong. That is when the digging began. I dug, and dug, and dug, and nearly all 3.5 feet of Danielle fit in that hole when I had reached the bottom of the rock. That became my digging spot, my mud pie kitchen. Each day it was dug, and each evening it was filled back in. Sometimes the holes were small, sometimes they were enormous, and most days the hole was turned into my mud mixing bowl with that rock as my counter. The novelty never wore off. The ebb and flow of my childhood was, in many ways, measured by the ever-changing depth of that hole in the front yard, the hole that never really disappeared even each day after it was filled in. Even though the grass has grown back in that spot, there still remains, an indentation, the scars of a childhood well lived and the disbelieving scientists I have always been.

So, you ask me why I want to be a doctor? I do not want to be a doctor. I want to open a mud pie bakery with the cash register on that rock in my front yard. But, somehow, I doubt I would stay in business long, for the world seems to have lost its taste for mud pies. I guess being a doctor will have to do.