This week was a bit hectic, hence the lack of posting.
On Monday Michele and I drove to Verona, to Neil Young’s concert at the Arena. It was quite amazing, excepting those Guitar Hero moments of which I’m not really fond.
Tuesday was our 2nd Wedding Anniversary, but we were both quite exhausted from the night before, so we have postponed celebrations sine die. Whatever, everyday is a celebration.
On Wednesday I sewed a purse and I had appointment with my psychiatrist. I like her. She laughs at my neuroses. just like I do.
On Thursday I drove to Bolzano for my therapy, though I don’t like my therapist. I mean, I like her as a person but not as a therapist. Mainly because she yawns when I talk and I get no insight from it. It was sweltering, and the AC of my car is broken. While I drove I simply embraced the 38° and imagined I was having a sauna. I also took my sewing machine to repair, and I drooled over some beautiful new models at the shop. I am completely broke, but I as soon as I’m not I’ll get one. I also started reading and am completely hooked with Jane Eyre. I can’t remember when was the last time I cried like a child with a book. Oh, wait. I do.
On Friday (today) I cleaned the house with the aid of the cleaning lady, or should I say she cleaned the house with my moral support? no well, I did my share of cleaning, too. Pre-cleaning I call it. I baked an apple pie and fig newtons, only to find mold in the fig jam, so we got blueberry newtons instead. I also joined Jamie from I suwannee in her 21 day cleanse, and we’ll start on July 8th. As I stated on Jamie’s post comments, I’ll be playing but by my own rules. I just can’t go vegan, but I’ll compensate by giving up salt, too.
Tomorrow we’ll be driving 2 1/2 hours to spend two days with a friend. Oh summer, you are lovely.
On Sunday we’ll be back and we’ll probably have our usual dinner with Michele’s parents. Since we don’t own a TV, it’s the only one time I watch any. And that’s one too much.
When I saw these doorstops at Re-found Objects I fell in love immediately with them, but for 26£ I was all whAaAaAt the FFF?
And then I remembered that stashed somewhere I had some hemp rope, and that the monkey’s fist knot is a ball to make (pun intended).
Here’s my new doorstop for the living room door:
When life gives you a horrendous polyester elephant scarf, make a pillow!!
Back in Cannes I did a little shopping at Genevieve Lethu and the shop owner liked me so much (wonder why) she gave me a scarf of their Tanganyka collection. I cut it all apart before taking a photo of the heidiousness but here’s the doormat of the same design (from their website):
Acid green and cheetah spots = not so nice.
The vase is an ice bucket I picked up in a flea market in Berlin 3 years ago. It always amuses me how objects that others sell as junk can be so charming.
Oh how lovely when things don’t turned out as you planned them, and they turn out so much better instead.
If you ever happen to book on a 4 star hotel that turns out to be a total shithole, don’t despair. You might decide to run away and end up in Cote d’Azur in a charming little hotel with an amazing swimming pool, very close to a lovely beach, and having a wonderful time.
You might even see your seriously fair-skinned husband get a suntan, your son enjoy himself eating sand but be too freaked out to step on it , and spiderman guard your sleep in a relaxing hotel room with Jack Vettrianos on the walls. You could also find such an incredible weather that you could linger on the beach until eight o’clock in the evening.
And you might end up walking in delightful narrow alleys enjoying the view of all the colors of the bougainvilleas.
Your holiday might turn out to be so good that you will get back home truly happy and relaxed and revitalized. Maybe the winter will come off of your body after all.
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Closed for a well deserved vacation by the sea. Hope it doesn’t rain too much!!
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With this post I’m giving myself away. Yeah I’m not as badass as I’d like to be. Yeah, I’m a sucker for flowers.
On Monday Lisi brought me the most charming bouquet of wild flowers:
My first bread-winning experience since the birth of Damiano went amazingly well. I really enjoy teaching Italian, and I’m quite sure my students enjoyed learning as well.
Yesterday they graced me with this beautiful bouquet: