At the brocante last weekend I was railroaded away from the stands by a very forceful old lady in a wrap around apron who wanted to try and sell me her Grandmother`s linen.
She told me her Grandmother was Italian and I was literally pressganged through her front door! Once you are actually inside someone`s home it all becomes a little difficult to say " Non Merci".
I was thinking to myself " No....save me....I don`t want old Italian....I love old French linens".
She sat me down, well actually pressed me down into a chair and off she went to find her treasures. "I don`t do Italian" I kept thinking...."I don`t do Italian".
She returned with the most exquisite hand embroidered dowry pillowcases.
I do "DO" Italian......I do "DO" Italian!!!
I do I do I do!
Bella!! Bellissima!! Meravigliosa!!
Arrivederci.....ti amo!
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Now then, let me see ...
RépondreSupprimer1. your favourite place is Venice
2. you're now in love with Italian linen
3. you ended your post writing in Italian
If I was Mark, I think I'd be getting a little bit worried - especially after all the work you've put into the Petit Chateau!
A bientot ... sorry ... Arrivederci
Hey, you are a continental woman! Italian one day, French the next, that's life! Both countries offer linen, bread and food like no other! I love it, this post is so wonderful, those linens are to die for!
RépondreSupprimerBeautiful linen. Does not matter where it comes from.
RépondreSupprimerRosezeeta