1. For example, I finally photographed the bracelet I told you about, playing nicely with my long-time constants and another Rome purchase. I want to tell you a bit more about the transaction and its context, but I haven't shaken that pocket of time free yet. Some of you will already have seen this photo on Instagram where I posted it yesterday, but some of you don't dabble there, so please forgive the duplication...
2. At the opera, way back in the fall, a good friend told me about a fascinating Ted talk he'd seen, given by a neurology researcher about what she learned from living through a stroke. He promised to send me the link, and did, way back in, I'm embarrassed to say, November. And finally, this past week, I opened the email, clicked on the link, and Wow! What Jill Bolte Taylor has to say about the important links between neuroscience and mindfulness is so very compelling that I urge you to move more quickly than I did, and take the eighteen minutes to view this video. Moving, instructive, quite astonishing, really....
3. Another post I've been circling around has to do with self-perception, and self-representation, and portraits, and visibility, and visuality, and yes, age. It has something to do with my little hair experiment and with how much makeup I have (not) been wearing lately and it has to do with mothers and daughters and generations and all kinds of, hmmmm, Deep Thoughts. #kiddingnotkidding as the kids hashtag.
Anyway, you can see why such a post might need sneaking up on, but as an entrypoint, I played with a few selfies the other day, then collaged them together with a Portrait of a Woman (by 16th-century Bolognese painter Ludovico Carracci) I was drawn to in the Palazzo Barberini last week (feels rather odd to write that, because I was in Rome just last week, but I'm so firmly here now. Or am I?)
4. Italian. I'm still trying to figure out how to get the ball labeled French! back into the circuit of projects orbiting my days. But I'm really pleased that I've acquired a beginner's vocabulary and a nascent understanding of the grammar of La Bella Lingua. Because it really is beautiful, Italian, although it moves so quickly and I'm so mesmerised by its musicality that so far comprehension of the spoken word will depend on much patience and repetition. The written word I'll do much better with, and I'm hoping to move into some reading before too long.
I'm using the online app Babbel as a convenient way to get started adding a language -- I think it helps that I have a reasonable competence in French, and I know that my four years of high-school Latin and two years of university Spanish make it easier to add another Romance language (unfortunately, the latter study dates back to my first go at university, four decades ago, so the Spanish has been severely weathered by time).
5. I'm really hoping to set some techniques or habits or whatever in place to facilitate more regular What I Wore posting. In many ways, I've lost some interest in certain aspects of this as I've tried to turn away from what feels like a constant push toward retail acquisition, to consumerism. On the other hand, though, I've been finding great satisfaction in putting together simple outfits that please me very much out of a number of core pieces as I whittle and whittle. And that feels like something I might want to share.
Meanwhile, though, what about a completely different What I Wore that folds in an additional promise of a Post I Will Write Soon. . .
What I'm Wearing? That's the kimono provided for guests at the Casa Howard Capo le Case, to accommodate our short walk down the hallway to our private, individual bathrooms. I had some small trepidation about having to leave my room to go to the toilet at night, as a single woman, especially because the Casa Howard is typical of a certain type of near-hotel that we've found in Rome. The guesthouse is staffed from early morning to late afternoon, but there is no one there except guests throughout the evening and during the night.
As it turned out, this was not an issue at all, and I felt very comfortable and secure there at all times,; indeed, I must say that the kimono's crisp white-and-blue-patterned cotton, the neatly fastening woven obi, made me feel surprisingly happy
I am in no way as experienced nor as intrepid a solo traveller as Madame Là-bas who is currently on her own in Oaxaca, having arrived there to find that her room had been mistakenly rented out to someone else. But I will share what I added to my knowledge and experience and confidence in a future post that will also take you on a tour of my charming "room of my own." Soon. Very Soon.
Right now, though, Pater has just got home from a morning of meetings, and he's free for lunch.
We're going back to a Lebanese place in the 'hood, a place that makes the most wonderful sandwiches via an obviously rather old "technology." I've only been there once, almost a year ago, and I've been wanting to get back ever since. This time, I'll see if I can get a few pictures, and I'll tell you about it. Soon. You know. Very Soon.
So that's it for this Friday. As always, you know that I love your comments on anything here that strikes your fancy. Or just a "hello, I'm reading" is fine as well. A reader who recently emailed me about recommendations for her upcoming trip to Paris wrote that she reads my posts but feels as if commenting is reserved for other bloggers. Not true, my lovely readers. Not true at all. It's true that many blogs develop a community, a conversation that one can feel shy to break into. But so many commenters felt that hesitancy, even shyness, the first time we laid down a comment somewhere. And I can tell you from this blogger's perspective that even the briefest wave in our direction is so encouraging after the many solitary hours we put in at the keyboard. . . Of course, you're very welcome just reading and staying silent for now as well. . . Happy Weekend!