Everything around me seems to have an Italian connection these days and it's making me pine for a return trip. I just finished my second Peggy Guggenheim biography and I've added "tour the grand canal in Venice with a lhasa apso" to the to-do list. The next day I played a riveting game of bocce ball and finished it off with some gelato. This was followed by a late night showing (in my living room) of A Room With a View and even though I'm now trapped in a pod at work, staring at the computer, I can still hear George Emerson declare, "It is fate. But call it Italy if it pleases you Vicar."
The cutest little art station that I found in one of our old ReadyMades (in a loft apartment decorated by the cutest couple). Someday I will have a life that does not involve working 7 days a week. When that day comes I plan on celebrating with a pretty little room just like this.
There isn't a nicer place to be in all of America than a Chatham Band Concert on Friday night. It's a kind of Leave it to Beaver perfect moment that is almost surreal. I've been coming for 28 years (my first concert was spent inside mom's womb -ew). And I still sing my heart out to every show tune, my mouth full of candy, balloon and glow stick tied to each wrist. All captured under trees and stars and bandstand lights, surrounded with white picket fences and children who know that the hokey pokey is what it's all about.
The show: Blanche Survives Katrina in a FEMA Trailer Named Desire. The verdict: Love, love, loved it!
