20 houses in 18 years.
And figures are not my cup of tea.
A professional dreamer, I was born in Italy xxx years ago.
I was an odd child, quoting Ernest Hemingway and Virginia Woolf among my heroes.
I think writing was one of my first words.
My grandfather’s old Lettera 22 was my first pen, the glossy pages of fashion mags in Milan climbing the ladder and the local newspaper in my beloved Venice the dream coming true.
As we now life is unpredictable, and here I am in rainy London again.
The Frilly Diaries reflects the urge of a space to call my own – please I do not want to go through all those hideous figures above again – where I can embrace my world, telling, creating and sharing my thoughts.
It’s just me: ironic, curious, sarcastic and colorful.
And very, very messy, of course.
P.S. I will try my best to write in English, please have mercy on my grammar! 🙂