I've been talking about it a lot * I lost the week count

A string of opinionated random thoughts

Forgive last week’s cri de coeur. I want to thank you for your patience while we witness the chickenshit unfold.

Meanwhile, we want fashion here. After the shock of the last couple of weeks, one morning, I woke up with the urge to get dressed again (they even fuckng ruined the word again).

Lately I have been perfecting my ideal airport look and just added “brooch to the coat”.

We need to find an exhaust valve to distract our cells and brains from the misery we are surrounded by. If it helps, I find happiness in getting dressed every day. Not dressed up, which is for Halloween or Carnival in my dictionary.

There’s always time to start, like switching wardrobes in the fall and the spring. If I do it and live in the Southern Riviera, anyone can do it.

My most favorite SATC series

Love

• Paper garlands, tissue paper waffle decorations, and ceramic cake toppers.

• When you visit the most perfect upstate town on the most perfect fall day and you find a used copy of the “Canti” by Giacomo Leopardi, the Italian poet whose repertoire you had to learn by memory in elementary and then middle and then high school. The fact that I still remember some lines bears testimony that I am officially old: no short-term memory, but fascinating old-term memory.

• The Restrict feature on IG. So good! It’s as energizing as a 9 AM cappuccino in Italy. Dear preposterous people, BYE.

• A good hefty Xmas List that, for me, is made of totally useless, precious, juicy things no one would ever buy for themselves. Something like this and this or this. Also this but especially this. I would receive this with open arms. This year any of these. My obsession with the Christmas List is my birthday’s fault, I was born on the 21st of December. Hence, I expect BOTH gifts, one for Christmas and one for my birthday as anyone else born on August 16th, for example.

• A casual and relaxed outfit in an opulent environment, especially if it’s your 16th-century abode, the purest definition of luxury.

Hate

• People with zero posts in their IG feed, I see you dear lurkers and I don’t trust you.

How do you say it in Italian?

Copriti!

When it’s cold and you need to wear layers, scarf, beanie, and gloves. We, as in Italian moms and grandmas, say it at the first temperature drop all the times, it comes, no filter. I tend to overreach to not only my daughter, but her friends (*od bless them, they still love me).