20 September 2012

it's raining again...

It's raining again, but so far there is no water in the cantina.  I really think it only happens when there are rivers running past the door, and so far (it's midnight and I am just home, glass slippers intact) it is merely wet, not a raging torrent, outside my door.  But if it pours, seeps and leaks, guess who will be back at the Comune tomorrow?

I am just home from a rather international birthday party.  I enjoyed it, and even followed conversations that seemed to be faster than I have ever heard before.  But I did take time out from concentrating on the language, and focused on those wonderful shoes. If only I too could wear spindly heels 8 inches high, covered in sparkles or spangles, on elegant limbs clad in sexy clothing.  But I respect my spine far too much, so it is clod-hoppers for me.  Sigh...

I also learned that the glamorous women there like to shop in London for brands that you can't get in Italy... I guess I just missed out on the shopping genes (and jeans) and have to accept that I am who I am, and comfort suits me best.  Sigh again...

Redbands and swanni, anyone?

Today I am grateful for an invitation.

2 comments:

Jackerd said...

probably those heels wore younger ladies ??

Kay said...

Jackerd, you are very lucky that best friends can get away with comments like that!

I will be dancing and climbing trees and ladders long after those young ones have ruined their spines.

Besides, I have found that running shoes are no barrier to interesting "conversations" with all sorts of people... if only they knew!