One Year Older & Wiser Too?

Last Wednesday was my eighty-seventh birthday. Oops! I mean my twenty-sixth birthday. It's just that I generally FEEL like an eighty-seven year old what with my enthusiasm for the arts of crochet and cross-stitchery and what not. Now adding to the list of things that make me the oldest twenty-six year old on the planet, I am now a proud collector of teapots. That's right I said teapots... and proud!

The reason I bring this up is because for my birthday I got two new teapots, and as I walk by them several times a day they just make me smile. Let me give you a peek at one...

So cute, so whimsical, no?

I have to tell you that I was NOT looking forward to my birthday this year. Not in an "I'm getting too old, alas!" type of way. More like a "Boy, I didn't really accomplish much of anything this year" type of way. I kind of imagined life giving me a birthday card that read:

HAPPY BIRTHDAY LISA! You're the fattest you've ever been!
Forever Yours, Depression.

But I got over it, and managed to have a very nice birthday, complete with two teapots, as you already know. I also got Arrested Development on DVD and after watching three HILARIOUS seasons, there's no way you could still be depressed. Well, except maybe that you had watched them too fast and now had nothing left to look forward to. I can pretty much always find something to get depressed over. Oh well. To drive home my point about being old I thought I'd show off a few of my favorite possessions that make my eighty-seven year old heart skip a beat (which actually sounds a little bit dangerous).

It's ridiculous how much I love my little Hummel Spice Jars. My Sister-in-Law-to-be has a spice rack with these hanging in her kitchen, and when I saw them, it was love at first sight. SOOOO, after a thrilling ebay auction these little cuties are all mine. There's twenty-six in all, these are just a few of my favorites.

When I am actually eighty-seven, these little babies are going to make me the funkiest great-grandma on the block. Jordan and I bought these on our honeymoon when we stopped at the Tillamook cheese factory. I call them our heirloom salt and pepper shakers and have grand visions of them being handed down from generation to generation. In all likelihood we'll hand them down to one of our children, who will toss them into the garbage. But a girl can dream right? Do you have any beloved heirlooms?