Funny thing... I thought it would be easiest to pack Lara's bag. I was going to put all she had into the luggage, done. Ha ha ha! Turns out she had much more than I thought. When you go out to the market and find things for 50 cents or a euro, you tend to exaggerate apparently. We played put on-take off. Not to carry along things that were tiny for her. Luckily, she cooperated. I thought it would be harder to make her do all that. But I found an important point: You have to make sure you don't put on something she likes or may like a lot. Save those things for the last. When I put on a winter dress that was big for her at the time I bought it, she liked turning the skirt around and did not want to take it off. She said she was going to dance with it. She turned round and round, singing, making up songs.
After a while, I said “Okay, come here now.” She said she was not finished yet. I said “It's hot, that's for winter,” she said “I am cold.” It was at least 30 degrees. And of course, in winter, when it was so cold, she went around with a tank top saying she was hot. All for looks! She is such a girl. Takes after papa... the vanity.
Anyway... In the end I found myself face to face with a huge pile of clothes. They didn't seem much in the drawers. But once you take them out... Well... I don't want to think how much stuff I have in my drawers at the moment! Trouble is... Once I was so easy on giving things away, now I tend to be a keeper. (I cannot especially give away things belonging to Lara.) Is this what they say “those who sleep with dogs will rise with fleas”? But why didn't my husband wake up with the fleas? Why was I to be the one turning into him?
I met him when I was down to the basics. Then Carlo started saying “Ah, this is nice. Ah this is nice,” whenever we saw something. Okay, you are married to an Italian, the mother a tailor, they are interested in fashion. I said okay to buying just to satisfy my wonderful husband. Then it got of control. As it usually does. I found myself with a dozen jackets of all kinds. Whereas beforehand I had two: One for winter, another for mid-season. So I started saying back to him, “There are so many nice things in the world, you cannot accumulate them all. If you do not need something, you only buy when you say 'Ah, that's so wonderful, I cannot live without it.'”
I know... It's not only because of my husband. I live a solitary life here. Away from everybody, away from the city. Away from the maddening crowd... I was stuck in the house for almost three years, I didn't change my clothes day or night for a year and a half. I deemed myself happy if I could wash after a week and put on a fresh outfit. The sleepless nights did not end. Then, slowly, I started coming to my senses. This summer, when I could go out with my daughter on my own and I had the car as Carlo got the bike, I started going out to the market every week. For an outing. To see people. Started going out means started buying. They were so cheap, it was just a cup of coffee, less than half a liter of milk. By the way, I never used artificial milk or baby food or a bottle for Lara. Nursed for 38 months. So I could splurge. And they were so cuuute! Those colorful dresses, shirts, skirts. I was jealous and often wondered why they don't produce those lovely stuff for grown-ups. It's a very good business idea. Whoever gets it from me, would s/he pay me a royalty please? Just a bit is fine.