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!!