Gwyneth Paltrow 2.0 Mrs. Blake Lively Reynolds™ is lucky to be alive. Make that, lucky to BEE alive BEE-cause she was attacked by a swarm of bees right BEE-fore her 27th birthday.
Blake recounted the terrifyingly ridiculous episode on her blog Preserve. Here are the highlights:
"Just yesterday, the final day of the shoot, I felt an electric shock of energy-- was it excitement that I was about to turn another year older? Was it nerves? Why did it feel like agony? I like getting older... I think."
No, it wasn't the early on-set of aches and pains from aging…
"But this felt terrible. Does your butt quite suddenly (and painfully) deflate when you turn 27? Because mine hurt like hell …then my neck, back, legs and forehead. And oh my hands! They were shriveling. It felt like I was being shot by dozens of tiny invisible darts. I felt like the Wicked Witch, melting, melting, burning, melting."
IT WAS BEES.
"As it happens, I wasn’t being greeted by the onset of spontaneous aging, but rather a full-fledged bee day. Attacked. All over. Everywhere."
To alleviate the stings and overall debilitating fear of Mother Nature herself, Blake baked these sprinkled cookies.
According to her, it really helped: "It wasn’t until I covered the counters in coordinating candy sprinkles that I stopped to acknowledge: my butt will deflate more and more, my hands will shrivel and permanently prune, but I will never, ever grow up.
And a much-needed lesson was drawn from what she endured.
"It took a swarm of bees to remind me that a b-day is nothing but a number. Each day I choose my age."