This is me, addicted

Italy has taught me one thing: I don't want children.

okay, maybe two things, I have also learned that granita is man's greatest invention, it is a type of sorbet ice cream thing which cannot be put into words. it is better then sex, and probably more addictive then crack but I've never actually done crack so I can't say for sure.

This is me, parenting?

It is fantastic to be in Italy, although getting here was quite an adventure. It involved me in an airport in northern Sicily with no money, no phone, and no working debit card attempting to find my way to the south of Sicily. I have learned two important lessons since being here, 1. I am no where near ready to have children, 2. Children destroy everything. Luca, who is almost 2 decided that the tassels on my Aldo shoes would make very good toys and so he pulled them off, and when that got boring he threw up on my new dress. While attempting to wash out the stains right away he started chewing my purst so now it is accented with a perfect representation of his gum line, which I am pretending was part of the design. I can't wear anything he can grab onto, so no earings or necklaces and if I don't keep my hair pulled back he chews on it. Babies may make a great fasion accessory, but they only seem to go with puke colored cotton tops and old jeans.

Adv entures

Here begins my epic journey of adventure and self discovery (aka me stumbling through Europe attempting to not be hit by cars or lose my passport). Packing up my room in London has been harder then I expected; This really became a lovely little prison cell, which is what it is once I have taken down all of my art and tapestries to pack away.

Clothes over Carbs

Thanks to a certain very tall blond who I am told resembles a sexy game of ker-plunk, I have been introduced to the world of fashion blogs. They are allot like food blogs except less likely to end with me eating peanut butter and jam sandwiches at 3 in the morning in my nighty. Instead, I am going to put on everything i own at ONE TIME, and take pictures. ok, no. I am going to attempt a fashion post centered around, well, erm... my closet? prepare yourselves now. I am aware that if you are reading my blog you are a. my mum, b. really wishing you still lived in London (Allison) or c. confused because this is not the website you were looking for. Most likely, you already know that my fashion sense is mostly delusional. I am inspired by colors, trousers outfits that have not been acceptable since I was 7, soft things and a desire to work at LF.

This is me, whining too much

Congratulations to everyone back at Bard who graduated! I wish you all the best as you go off and start your lives as real people. I didn't think I would be this upset to be missing out on such an occasion. I really wish I was there, finishing what we all started together four years ago. I never thought about the things I would miss when I came to London, only how happy I would be to be traveling and living somewhere new. I am fantastically happy here, and the people I have met are most wonderful. Still I can't help but to be sad about what I will never get to share with you, and angry at those involved in the nonsense that led to my leaving. I am sure they have moved on with their lives, as have I, but there are consequences that only I am having to live with and now more then ever I am seeing that.

Au Revior America!

I have returned to London, and to you, my fellow bloggers. After a much extended visit to the states I have finally made it home. I can't describe how happy I am to be here, although it is a rather lonely place and I only have one window. The weather is fantastic and the sun stays up until past half eight. It is fully spring and I am surprised at how green the city is. There is a 6 block sand box along the south bank, where I plan on spending the majority of my time eating over priced popsicles. I can't think of anything worth telling about the states except that it was nice to see some friends and I ate more pancakes then I thought humanly possible.

Travels

I am off to New York tomorrow, and so spent today saying my goodbyes to London (not that I will be gone very long). Carolyn was kind enough to accompany me on a long walk down the river, crossing all of my favorite bridges and periodically squealing at just how spectacular this city is. It was so warm we left our coats at home and periodically sat down outside (mostly to eat food). We watched street preformers at Covent Garden, and I made a fool of myself at lush by putting what I thought were free samples in my mouth without reading the sign. There were these tablets to clean your teeth and the instructions were not too clear:

1. place tablet in mouth
(I put the tablet in my mouth)
2. grind tablet into powder between your teeth
(I bit several times till the tablet was completely crushed)
3. brush teeth
(I DON'T HAVE A TOOTHBRUSH)
4. Rinse mouth out well with water as it will create a foam
(NOW MY MOUTH IS RAPIDLY FILLING WITH FOAM AND I AM IN A SHOP)

I had to run out to the side walk while foam dribbled out the sides of my mouth and being oh so classy, spit repeatedly as into the street. Without water I had no way of expelling all the powder and periodically my mouth would foam up and I would have to spit again.

Most importantly, I visited the three new Picasso paintings at the Tate Modern, and said goodbye to a few of my favorites that I often visit. Now I am as ready as I could possibly be for my trip, but I am still terrified. I don't know what's so scary about it honestly, but I have absolutely no clue what to expect of anything and I think that is what makes me so nervous. I watered Mitchel and unplugged everything in my room.