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July 16, 2007
I went to a fair last night after work. It was big, for a church carnival. They had a massive fruit stand right in the middle of it, with all kinds of stuff, so I stopped to buy some. My feet were bare. I left the heels in the car and walked along the stone path, being careful to keep away from whirling children and large, clumsy men. I stood at the stand, chatting with a loud, dark, self-proclaimed Sicilian. When he started going off about The Godfather, I became completely aware of myself - the floor-length wispy skirt, bare feet, long and messy hair - all while balancing a box of grapes on my shoulder with one arm and discussing gelati. I never met my Italian grandparents, but if they were watching the peasant girl at the fruit stand, I’m confident they would’ve recognized me.
I have a new masthead. Rich made it. He’s wonderful.
July 16th, 2007 at 2:38 pm
You’re completely adorable. All you needed were some stray leaves in your hair and a horn charm around your neck.
Do you have one of those? Your hair and skin are getting darker. Represent, yo.
And the website looks great great great.
July 16th, 2007 at 2:57 pm
It looks awesome.
And you’re too funny. I think you’re more Italian than you are American. I love gypsyish skirts.
July 16th, 2007 at 7:25 pm
I could seriously go for some cold grapes right now. It is so hot, how is the weather there?