3 things I love right now: November 2016

November 03, 2016

So as part of my effort to make more time for blogging on my 'gap yah', here I am again. Did ya miss me? Probably not.

I'm currently in England and after a few days at work in London - and celebrating Halloween, obviously - I'm back in Suffolk.

I'd been looking forward to coming back to England for the last month - but when I left for the airport, all I wanted to do was stay. It turns out that when you get home from living abroad, 'home' doesn't really feel like home anymore. Where are the Nutella croissants? And Bake Off Italia? And the rest of the people who drink ten coffees a day, and all the well-dressed women?

But while Italy feels more like home than the UK right now, until I can speak the language fluently I'll always feel a little like an outsider.

So I'm currently in the throes of a weird, existential crisis, which I have largely dealt with by drinking too much wine snuggled on the sofa in front of the fire (yes, winter is coming) and binge-eating all the free food in the fridge.

Which has given me plenty of time to get really, really into a few things...


Gilmore Girls


I know, I know, I'm a bit (ten years) late to the party on this one. Thank you, Gods of Netflix, for bringing this into my life!
It only took me a three episodes to be hooked - making it less than Narcos, but more than Grey's Anatomy. I'm not sure what captured me most - Lorelei's relentless caffeine cravings (I can relate), her and Rory's *unattainable but aspirational* mother-daughter relationship or the quaint - and very weird - town of Stars Hollow. Or was it Mrs Kim? Or Kirk? Or Luke and his baseball caps?? I don't know, it's all too much.

I mean sure, if you met Lorelei in the street you'd think she was a bit of a freak, and if you grew up in Stars Hollow you'd probably want to kill yourself, but on TV - it just kinda works. I am now on the seventh series and have stopped binge-watching and am now watching one at a time, when I'm sober, without playing on my phone: basically, I'm taking it very seriously.

Oh and Emily. Did I mention Emily? Because she speaks to me on so. many. levels.


Metallic pleated skirts


On the whole, metallics aren't really my thing. Grey - yes, black - yes, even, at a push, some stripes. But silver and gold? Not so much.
So imagine my surprise when I started noticing metallic pleated skirts on some of the cooler women in Bologna and found I sorta, kinda, quite liked them. A few weeks ago I skirted (geddit) around them in Zara, a little warily, eyeing them up from a distance. At first I liked them in thats-cool-on-you-but-its-not-for-me kinda way, but I've just taken the plunge and just purchased one for my upcoming trip to LISBON (more on that later.) and I have high hopes for it. Definitely pairing it with a big cosy jumper, a polo neck and trainers during the day, heels at night.



The unlikely style icon: Cristina Parodi 


For anyone living outside of Italy, she's hardly a household name. See, any real attempt to learn a language involves immersing yourself in the culture - which, for me, means reading Chi (the Italian equivalent of Hello), watching copious amounts of daytime TV and stalking the Instagrams of minor Italian celebrities. Which is how I discovered my *somewhat inappropriate* new-found love for Cristina Parodi, who is something of a girl-about-town on the Italian journalism scene.

Italians don't tend to have anyone ugly on TV - but even by Italian standards Cristina Parodi is pretty cool. She's a journalist and TV host with a truly aspirational work wardrobe - what's not to love?

Here she is just nailing that metallic skirt trend...

Those shoes! That coat! #lifegoals, amirite.

 Plus, her and her daughter are like a real-life Lorelai and Rory. Seriously. They even got matching tattoos. 

"I'll tell you a secret: these little swallows on my wrist represent my three children"


Quarter-life crisis averted - now I know what I want to be when I grow up. If I'm that cool when I'm 50, I think I'd die happy