So I signed up for my first ever college course: elementary Italian.
Mainly because I think Italian is the best language for talking about food, shoes,
and your opinions on other people's food and shoes.
Also because Italy is a beautiful country full of beautiful people
and learning Italian is about as close as I'm going to get to being one with them.
(My people, however,
are much MUCH better at soccer.
WE WON THE WORLD CUP!! WIR SIND
The reason I bring all of this up at all is because I just watched "Under The Tuscan Sun" and it made me think about a lot of things. I'll try to not spoil it if you haven't seen it, but BASICALLY, this incredibly tragic divorcee moves to Italy,
and life ensues.
She goes through all of this in that strange wardrobe so loved by the women of 2003.
You know what I'm talking about
As the story progresses, she starts dressing more and more Italian,
aka 2003 but better
eventually ending up in fabulous loose sundresses that she wanders gardens and such in.
This is my Italian sundress.
Or rather, Spanish.
It was made by the incredibly talented Kling designers in Spain,
and it just FEELS like summer sunshine and tomatoes and market days and blue water beaches.
Paired up with my favorite wedges,
it's a perfect wandering outfit.
Now if plane ticket prices could just calm down,
I'd be Italy bound.
Speaking of things that are unreal:
my mums grape vines are out of control.
It's time for them to grow up
and stop trying to strangle innocent fashion bloggers using them as backround scenery.
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