I turned 29 Saturday–which for me marks a new year much better than any drunken New Year’s Eve goings-on–and I made some birthday resolutions of things I’d like to have happen before I turn 30 and magically become a bona-fide adult. So here’s my list of 29 things I want to accomplish before I turn 30:
- Learn the names of the Wasatch mountain peaks–I only can point to Mt. Olympus
- Pay off the remaining debt
- Get a queen size mattress
- Make a queen-sized quilt
- Hike Bald Mountain in the Uintas again
- Finish reading The Silmarillion
- Knit Christmas stockings (starting with Toby’s, of course)
- Visit the north end of Zion National Park
- Be less wimpy about riding my bike on cooler days (80% of Copenhageners ride their bikes throughout the winter. So does my father. I’m shamed enough to try to be tougher in the spring and fall.)
- Eat at Red Iguana
- Eat at The Paris
- Chill a watermelon in a stream on a picnic in the mountains
- Knit at least one thing for charity using up yarn I have
- Get a new desk chair, if an affordable molded Eames chair exists
- Cook moules marnieres and frites
- Stop biting my nails. (God only knows how, since I’ve been wanting to stop biting my nails for about 20 years, but I’d like to have lovely grown-up hands now.)
- Learn how to sew knit fabric
- Drink an Old Fashioned at the bar at Bambara
- Learn how to apply eye makeup that doesn’t look scary or amateurish
- Go to the Oyster Bar one Monday a month after work for a half-priced appetizer
- Replace my Rubbermaid kitchen garbage can with a broken spring top with something nicer. Because a 30-year-old should not have duct tape on her garbage can.
- Knit an elaborate cabled sweater*
- Build my collection of Bach CDs
- Learn how to dance
- Stop getting plastic bags from the grocery store
- Have tea at The Grand America
- Make cloth napkins and use them for everyday meals
- Go out to breakfast one weekend a month
- Go to Moab for New Year’s Eve
*I think this is the one to knit–after I finish that cardigan and make an owl sweater and Christmas stockings and the charity thing, of course. Hey, I have a year.
New Years in Moab: Definitely