Violet and I were at our local book store this week buying a birthday present.
Conversation went as follows:
Me: Can you please wrap as we are in the middle of moving house?
Sales lady: Sure, where are you moving to?
Sale lady: Florence, wow, why Florence?
Violet: Cause our dad wants us to be wogs for a while!
The day we were on the open top bus in London the tour guide went past the copy of a nude statue called David! The tour guide said that some people were so shocked they had a stroke!Then this happened at dinner while talking about what we saw today!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! VIOLET: Did you know that the statue we saw… some people were so shocked they went up and stroked him! Everybody else was laughing so hard and Violet was just looking really confused!
When dad asked which category to choose to write something on the blog for the first time I wasn’t quite sure I knew what 3 wogs and a skip was. I asked dad and he said that a skip was like another word for an Australian person. So then I thought that dad, Violet and I were the wogs and mum was the skip!!!!! Dad laughed at me when I said that out loud!?!
Anyway I thought that I would write on this category and I am doing it at this very moment…. The day dad had got home from his first day at the Italian consulate he said that the day we get our Italiano Passaporto we would be known a a wog…. an Italian citizen!! The very first sentence that I said was ” I don’t want to be a wog” and from that afternoon that was dad’s favorite Italian passport reply. Now that I have my passport I am known as Italian and according to dad a WOG!!! I don’t feel very different yet but I know I will when I have lived in ITALY for at least 3 months. Violet doesn’t really mind it but she hates her passport photo though, I don’t blame her, I mean I hate mine and who does like their passport photo.?. You are not even allowed to SMILE!?!
How do you start to pack up your life and move overseas….with a garage sale naturally
Why is it every child’s dream to have a garage sale? For Mima and Vi the idea of setting up shop and selling your stuff to your friends and any stranger of the street is the epitome of a fun afternoon. For me it is a little unsettling to put your old wares on display for all to sift though and dismiss as junk. I had to accept Vi’s comment of “Mum, your clothes are not very fashionable, people look at them but no-one buys any” – sad and true, I love that I can always rely on Violet to state the obvious.