I’ve just been scrolling through photos of ” older cool women” and decided that I’m now part of an interesting generation. I’m not sure if it’s because my mother died at 64 ,that I’ve felt a little lost, or maybe everybody does.

I was writing to my brother as usual because it’s Sunday , and telling him how much I enjoyed being in town yesterday and how the heat wasn’t as bad as I’d been telling myself. I thought that maybe I’d been thinking I was old . It’s true that it’s hotter than it was when I arrived here at 50 years old, but I think I wouldn’t be considered old by Italian standards. I really shouldn’t act like I can’t do stuff now.

There is a difference between deciding not to do some things , because I don’t want to, and thinking I’m too old to do this or that. Getting older is a privilege. ( note to self!)

It’s my feet that are the problem. Not that they don’t work….just that they are so big. I could afford to wear clothes like the ones I’ve always wanted to thanks to TEMU and the second hand market at Scanzano, but finding shoes or sandals or boots I like which don’t make my feet look ginormous is almost impossible.  ( Now that Im older I want to wear all the clothes I ever wanted to wear when I was younger, but wasn’t brave enough.)

I can clearly remember at a yoga class in Italy, a woman saying that she couldn’t believe how long and thin my feet were. And she wasn’t being rude, just curious.  I look like Minnie Mouse if I wear boots.

It’s ridiculous really…….

After writing all this I’ve decided that it would be well worth spending more money on shoes or boots or sandals and then getting on with life. Probably it’s worse living in Italy where women’s shoes are like sweeties, they’re so pretty, but they don’t make them in my size.

Enough moaning about my feet……

I met Fluffy’s kitten this morning. She was trying to encourage it to come inside and hide under the bed.

I lifted the mattress up to check that there were no other kittens living there and was relieved  to find only useless stuff I’d put there when I didn’t know what to do with it.

I would have liked to paint something,  but couldn’t think of anything. I painted two more canvases black  to see if that would help.

I drew myself wearing my painting dress on my tablet. That was fun.

I wonder what will happen this week. I still don’t know what arrangements  there are for the exhibition. 

However I’ve two portraits to finish, a trip to the police station and a plumber to find.

Sunday vlogs now.

And wine.

Cheers🍷🍷