Happy November!

I finally launched a new blog. I feel like it needs more finishing touches before I announce it to the world. In the meantime, here is a nice photo of my mother and my grandmother.

My grandmother somehow always looked like a grandmother even at the age of 40. Around that same age, my greatgrandmother had a powder blue formal dress in her closet that she would show you and in Italian say 'this is the dress I want to be buried in'.

She lived to be 96 years old puttering in her garden and grape arbour until the day she died.

My grandmother is in her 80's right now and although she has that same strength to follow suit, she's starting not to believe.