D.H. Lawrence and his lover Frieda lived on the cheap, sleeping in haystacks and dancing across the Alps. Yes, yes, it's all very poetic but really, I wouldn't mind some pampering right now. There is hair in the sink and my feet are black like Oliver Twist's. I've discovered some simple pleasures (1 euro wine, a stroll down Fori Imperali) but sometimes I can't help but imagine myself swimming through bubbling waters in a tiled pool, under perfumed lemon trees, my chef Vincenzo waiting to refill my glass.
And so, the wish list:
1 pair Frette sheets
1 pair suede over the knee boots
1 villa in Tuscany-4 bedrooms, 4.5 baths with antique claws and bubble bath
1 relentless metabolism
1 miu miu purse
1 vespa-customized by famous artist for yours truly
1 jumbo jet filled with American family, friends, and dog
1 bear hug from n. van zoeren
I am going to dust off my feet and make some tea. The real world calls!
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