Let me tell you the weather here is dreadful, I feel quite edgy because of it!
Oh summer where are thou? Not in UK for sure! ;^)
Cocon jade branch on my wall.
Necklace from Eddy and Edwina.
A 1930's silk duvet found last week in an antique market, will be in the shop soon, alongside few pink items.
Anita's clothes (she's wearing today). I'm glad I still manage to dress her in a way I like because she let me do so, she likes my style, she said.
But I want to tell you about how difficult is to live in a place where people judge you because you do things in a different way. I struggle to understand what is wrong to cook from scratch, to buy from smaller independent supermarkets or in the market, to dress my daughter in nice comfy clothes rather than acrylic stuff, to try to control the quantity of junk food she otherwise would eat because everybody do so, to watch out the amount of time she waste in front of the tv and computer games, to battle day in day out on why she doesn't own a wii, or a whatever device to play games like -apparently- all her class mates and friends (what's wrong with a computer? is not enough?), on why she should be judge as a different kid only because after school she's engaged in things such learning to play an instrument, play some sports and so on.
A couple of weeks ago I put in her lunch box home made cookies and guess what? she came home and she said to me: "mum, your biscuits are really good but I don't want to bring them to school any more". Why? Because she was told they were disgusting and your mum should buy biscuits from the supermarket like every normal person, as industrial cookies are far better than home made ones. Not to mention that a friend of hers came to play one day and told me that my cupcakes were poo-cakes! But mind you, her mum one day said to me that I was crazy to make "cakes" with spinach (an Italian version of a quiche) and outrageous to offer it to kids! :D
OK, it's official: we are from Mars!