I fell down the stairs at Zara today. I was just walking between floors, minding my own business while trying on bomber jackets and whoo! out goes my foot from underneath. Not only did I manage to slide down nearly an entire flight of stairs on my ass, but my back as well. Fortunately, the same heel of my boot that caused me to fall caught on another step and sprung me right back up. It was simultaneously humiliating and awe-inspiring.
It has suddenly turned cold in Florence, not 5°F sort of cold fortunately but enough cold to turn your hands red and raw. Unfortunately this means that not only am I between loads of wash, haircuts, and overall styles, I’m now also in between seasons. That means I’ve had to break out the fleece and oversized sweaters. I feel incredibly scruffy. I had an incredibly decadent hot chocolate this evening with a friend of an associate of my uncle. She was all pregnant and adorable with diamond studs, perfectly bobbed hair, an adorable skirt and sweater set and an LV purse. She was also all nice and engaging and reserved in that “I graduated from Middlebury 10 years ago” sort of way. I thus felt even scruffier and all I wanted to ask her was where she gets her eyebrows waxed. Note to self: Must pick up jacket, long sleeve shirt and suitable winter shoes before Paris on Wednesday.
Oh yeah, did I mention I’m going to Paris for Thanksgiving? It’s not quite going to be the random assembly of Bostoners like in the past two years, but who can complain about Thanksgiving dinner a side street away from the Eiffel Tower? Although a 5 day Parisian shopping and touring whirlwind for two American girls could be dangerous if not incredibly exciting. Another notable weekend to add to the list.
This weekend, on the contrary, has been quite dull. I worked all Friday and Saturday, my friend came over last night (shh, don’t tell Marco) and we finally had a movie night (something we’ve both missed), complete with red wine, popcorn, gummy fruit and a long call distance to a certain guy in Britain (no, not for me). Now I just have to write a paper on the status of women in the European Union, competely solve the Italian electoral system and read 100 pages. Oh boy.
Buona sera tutti!
Em
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How can you feel scruffy if you can’t grow a beard? I am confused. 0_o
i hope you’re okay! watch the steps next time..