Last month I celebrated my 30th birthday. 30. A milestone, a changing point, a fork in the road.
If 30 is the age of becoming a “true” adult, then I have felt 30 for at least a few years. For me, no doubt, it is because I had a child at 26. The learning curve on having a child and being the first one in your “circle” to have one, is steep. Fortunate for us, we have had family very nearby for help and assistance. But having a child is a life changing experience, for the better with out a doubt, and has sped up my feeling-like-an-adult timeline.
So since I have felt 30 for a while I took this milestone as an opportunity to party hardy, and to live young and without cares once again. So, with the not-really-a-babe anymore at my parent’s, I settled in to relive my youth (just a wee bit).
In preparation for the big weekend, lots of deco was made: a Photobooth, props, a banner and balloons. I made a bit and my talented sister in law made a bit. The party was a “farwell to the roaring 20s” themed, so gold and black were everywhere.
(Photobooth props made by Lu)
(The black and gold Photobooth was so simple to make and was a blast to play with.)
(The banner was made by Lu and had such pretty little details.)
Quite a fun party, indeed!