I've discovered some wonderful little shops in Rome. The first as you can see is a specialist glove shop. It's run by an elderly lady just down from Piazza Venezia. The gloves are all hand made and the selection of styles and colours is amazing. A little note in the window says that gloves can be sent all over the world, and you don't have to pay until you receive them. Now that's what I call service. The second shop I spotted was one that sells upholstery trimmings, some definitely from the 60's and 70's - the sort that you can never really find in modern shops - fabulous for bags and belts. I might be tempted!
Wednesday, 29 October 2008
Rome of course is the centre of the Catholic Church - but I didn't realise it houses the equivalent of M&S undies for clerics. Do priests really need special pants?And if you need a holy hat, well Rome is obviously the place to go shopping. Take a peek at this place! Credit-cards at the ready guys!
Tuesday, 28 October 2008
I am living in an unusual flat in a rather upmarket bit of Rome. Leila is the rather glamorous lady who's flat I am staying in - she is maybe in her early 70's, and has a three legged cat. She also had an elderly cat(18) who sadly had reached the end, and I arrived in Rome just in time to stroke its little head before it was despatched from this world. It's not exactly what I was expecting my first memory of Rome to be...but life as we know...is strange. To try and cheer Leila up (as I was lacking in Italian vocabulary I was showing her some photos of various things on my laptop to take her mind off things) I started talking about my hats, and her eyes lit up! "You made all these?" she asked. I was proud to say that yes I had made them and we started to talk about millinery in an Italian/English medley that was half understanding and half guess-work. Leila told me she had been searching for a turban as she liked something a litle glamorous yet practical for her "bad hair days"(I'm not sure how you say that in Italian - anyone know?) but try as she might, she just couldn't find these hats any where in Italy any more. As luck would have it I had a picture of my T-shirt turban on my lap-top and her eyes lit-up! "Bella bella," she said,"comme se fai?" I told her in my halting Italian how I had made it and suggested that she too could have a go, and she enthusiastically hunted out an old beach dress made of jersey fabric. Meche, who is her Peruvian home-help, was then instructed in the art of turban making...and this was the result: I'm telling you - hats have a way of breaking down barriers!
So sorry not to have updated for some time - but I decided to get off the merry-go-round in the UK for a while and have headed to Rome to study Italian for a month. It all happened one evening after a couple of glasses of red wine and a bit of fantasy google-searching for dream homes, dream escapes, dream jobs - you know, the usual unobtainable! After putting in random words like, hats, Italy, language, gardens, art, jobs - up popped a language school in Rome that was offering free lessons in Italiano, to someone who was prepared to work in the garden for a couple of hours a day. Well it seemed like such a co-incidence to actually find SOMETHING that I sent off an e-mail . The weeks went my and I forgot about it, until I received a phone-call asking me if I was able to start on Oct 10th and stay for a month. I thought about it briefly and said..."well ok then...why not." And now...I am here! This is the view from my bedroom window...Camera Con Vista!......(it's evening by the way!)