Yesterday it started to rain in Florence as I took the taxi back to my street from the studio on via ghibellina to where my car was parked. I was transporting paintings and frames that I was taking to Castellina in Chianti. In the taxi I broke down and told my personal things to the taxi driver. We had just gone to the notary to sell the beach property clic on this link baratti beach place to see what we sold. I am going to take this page off the web but it is there for now.
So in the cab I was emotional. Giving up a place like that was hard but then I have to remember at night in July sweating like a dog with mosquitos buzzing around plus other unpleasant things. I had to load some frames into the cab and when I took them out to load them into my car it started pouring rain and then someone phoned me at the same moment so i forgot the paper bag on the seat that had my boots in. The cab driver was wonderful and backed up and handed me that bag through the window.
Those boots I bought in September '06 from a store in Florence called Rive Gauche on via giucciardini before I went to Paris the first time. I have over the years bought lots of shoes from them and have worn them even for ten years so when in Paris the rubber sole started to come off of one it was unusual but really unusual was when the sole came off three more times (funny every time I went to Paris) and then it did on the other shoe too. Everytime I would go back to Stefano or Shelly we would laugh until it got too much and they were afraid to see me and we all thought the shoes were jinxed. They said that it never happend to them before.
Before I went to the US in December I passed by their store several times to pick up the finally fixed boots but we never hooked up so the shoes stayed there through the holidays and then I forgot to get them when I came back from the US to Florence on Jan 3rd for 10 days before moving to paris. Finally in January when i was in back Florence from Paris for two days I picked up the shoes and went to the hair dressor where I forgot them. So yesterday after the my first two months in Paris I go back to the haridressor to get the shoes and to get my hair done and then leave them in the taxi on the way home. Where is my brain? I didn't used to be like this. Maybe the shoes are jinxed, maybe I should sell them on ebay.
In Castellina I was emotional, I love Castellina. After doing business with Mario i said that i wanted to look at the shoes Clair his wife from Chicago carries in her store because I was desparate for some nice leather shoes and hated what they were proposing as fashionable this year. Too cutsy and probably uncomfortable so I got two pairs of nice leather shoes from them with their logo Cappelletti. I'll have to photograph them when i get home, I love them and they are comfortable. The best part is that I we bartered their shoes for my paintings. That made it less painful for my wallet. Now I have three pairs of Italian made shoes to take back to Paris on my race to having more shoes than my man.
Off to meet Judy Witts
