write for your soul...

BY WILLIAM BLAKE

I was angry with my friend; 

I told my wrath, my wrath did end.

I was angry with my foe: 

I told it not, my wrath did grow. 

And I waterd it in fears,

Night & morning with my tears: 

And I sunned it with smiles,

And with soft deceitful wiles. 

And it grew both day and night. 

Till it bore an apple bright. 

And my foe beheld it shine,

And he knew that it was mine. And into my garden stole, 

When the night had veild the pole;

In the morning glad I see; 

William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night's Dream

Moliere

Recently, we stumbled upon this list of "fun" books that every woman should read in her 20s -- needless to say, if you're even a casual visitor to this space, the books (Confessions of a Shopaholic...

"Go explore the old town," she said.

Her euphemism for "get lost for a while."

(Actually, her villa was young by Matera's standard, where I discovered many of the houses are carved from old caverns that are some 9,000 years old.)

After an exhausting day of "exploring," she later restored my spirit at Le Botteghe by arriving not in her plaster-spattered overhauls, but rather in a dress whose stunning color was more than able to compete with the Matera sunset.

The approving looks from diners at surrounding tables seemed to concur.

Georgina's Sunset Polka-Dot Dress (No. 3692). Long, graceful, sleeveless, vintage cut in 100% cotton. Fully lined in cotton. Invisible side seam zipper. Mid-calf length. Band collar leads into a slightly curved V. Shirring along waistband. Side seam pockets. Separate wide self-belt adds a graceful touch.

Timeless femininity punctuated with tiny, almost innocent, raised white dots. Imported.

NAWAL: You didn't kill him, you saved our lives.