perfectionism

i am trying to remember that this is supposed to be a blog about my life as a story and so here i am again trying to think of the perfect example of life here and it is completely blocking my imagination.

so this is just an ordinary story of an ordinary week in the south of italy.

so may just write this as a diary, starting on friday when it rained all day( heavily ) and i left my scooter outside my door because my studio was looking so nice with some new on loan furniture that i didnt want to have a scooter parked in it. ( poor scooter got a little flooded and didnt want to start on monday. i felt very guilty cause it was very wet. at home in the country i cover it up in the shed with a fur coat. so its used to better treatment.)

anyways the rain prevented the car being loaded for the market so we had to get up at 5am the next morning . ( well, i didnt actually load it, but i did put the toast on.)

so off we went to the market in matera. it was very windy which meant that my paintings were swinging about threatening to fall down all the time and to add insult to injury we sold nothing. but i did go back to the tiffany cafe to check out their toilet with the naked woman on the floor, again. (amazing) and i was directed to a gorgeous vintage shop with lots of lovely clothes, such a pity i had absolutely no excuse to buy anything!

so we went home but, got lost twice before we were out of matera.

then next morning, sunday, we were up again at 5.30am and off to another market in martina franca. this time it was more successful. i went off to take lots of phots of the centro storico so that i could do some paintings of the city before i start doing a craft market there in april. it was a lovely morning, and a beautiful place. i am still amazed that i get to live here. i went into my favourite cafe, the music cafe where it looks good, they play what sounds like french jazzy music and their toilet has a lock on the door.

monday , i had another entirely italian experience which i cant write about here but was one where someone takes you completely by surprise by doing something that makes you laugh and love italians. i would be honoured to be an honorary italian. there is something very liberating about life here.

and today i rode my scooter( it has forgiven me) to marconia and picked up my new scooter licence, drove the wrong way up a one way street( i think) and bought a hot water bottle, before coming back to pisticci, buying two handbags at the street market, they were three euros each and i had a weak monent, had lunch with j at my studio, courtesy of nella, my neighbour who cooks lunch for me nearly every day and lowers it down from her balcony on a string in a carrier bag. (then coffee later.) and finshed off by fixing seven paintings that i had looked at and thought i could have done better.

like i said at the beginning just ordinary life in pisticci.