My house goes on the market today. My dream European cottage is going to be but a memory someday (hopefully soon). All because I can't commune with nature. No, not even a little bit. I tried enjoying the wild turkeys, the cute little fawns frolicking, the jackrabbits with their ears plopping through the grass.
But I got nothing. Nada. Zip. Zilch. I got more excited about the Bloomingdale's email that Lilly Pulitzer is making denim now. Maybe it's because I'm Italian and I appreciate the simple things in life. I grew up on tacky. I was raised around plastic-covered sofas and rubber fruit cascading over thick glass bowls. People think Buca di Beppo is kitsch or that, "Moonstruck" is just a movie, but I'm here to tell you, plastic fruit magnets on the fridge are real. Eggs, fried in holey toast, is legitimate. Italians really do yell everything, and ornate Vatican style lives on in millions of homes.
Every year, my Nana had a calendar of naked fat women over 300 pounds. She thought it was hysterical and hung it on her fridge as diet encouragement. My great uncles had dirty magazines piled up, like side tables, in their living rooms.
So I know what it's like to be a square peg in a round hole. I don't think naked fat ladies are all that funny, actually. I don't think that porn as furniture is good design fare, and sadly, I don't think living the quiet life is any better than these things.
Like most good Italians, I want to eat, drink and be merry. Because Italians know the sweet life. Espresso and Tiramisu are from my people, and I probably owe a good bit of my sense of humor to my Italian heritage. Cleaning up spaghetti "gravy" on a Viking stove is a pain, anyway. I have no class. Why pretend?
Mangia porco maiale.
(My papa's transation of eat, drink and be merry: Eat like a pig.) Can I get an amen?
Delicious
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Oh, AMEN Kristin! LOL.....I think we might have been neighbors, at least in the "style"! LOL It's funny how when you get older, you look around your surroundings and think, What I REALLY want is....
Best wishes on selling your house! Keep us updated on the drama of it all! :)
AMEN!
i went book-shopping tonight, then went grocery shopping and bought a PILE of junky piggish food since i was hungry. then came home and ate cold kfc chicken.. ugh!
i really feel like a pig now!
(but i bought books so that will keep me happy for a few days)
Kristin, My husband was taught that 'mangia, mangia' meant 'shut up and eat!' Hence, our kids believe that too :-)
And just so you know, we left a beautiful home on a nice wedge of property for a tiny place...just so mama (that would be me) could live near the beach.
'nuff said!
AMEN, AMEN, AMEN!! Hilarious. I'm praying for your home to sell and QUICK!
Amen on the eating part. As for the close neighbors, I'm pretty sick of 'em by the time they've celebrated the 4th of July well into October. Actually, I got deer and a mall with ten minutes. It keeps all members of the household happy.
I recently stumbled across your website and read about your new book "she's all that". It sounded interesting, so I went out and bought it from borders. I just finished it and thought I'd come here to leave you a comment to tell you that I loved it and can't wait for the next book to come out.
Michelle
I have just finished the second Ashley Stockingdale novel and I adore these books. Let me first say that I felt like you tapped into my brain because so many things in that book run true for me!! I can't wait to read #3. I also wanted to see how to get in touch with you. I have been praying for some time about writing a book and have actually started--and by started I mean jumped feet first into this and am not sure what I am doing. I just wanted to chit chat a bit about it and the future of it if I ever finish.
Again, thanks for the Ashley Novels!! Love them!!
--Rachel
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