OMG--Fiorella woke up early and lay in bed drowsing for a while reviewing her life, then sat up and thought "Que hora?" WHOOPEE! There's still hope for your girl--her brain has not let her self-imposed program to learn el espanol be forgotten! In the meantime, she has been devising set-ups to display her pretties, her mother's pretties, and those of every other female in the line. She's also practicing at the piano, stumbling through beginners' pieces that she could have ripped through when she was a kid. Ah well, time will tell--in both ways.
Granddaughter B damaged one of Fio's pretties yesterday, one that she had been told not to touch, and your girl immediately broke into tears and told her to leave the room. Apparently, being banned was a big deal because B also started crying and ran off to her parents for consolation.
Has Fiorella told you that, once she got over her classical music snobbery, she discovered she enjoyed Patsy Cline and Dolly Parton? Now, if someone would just re-teach her how to work her Boombox....
Fio has reclaimed her late mother's mink, the one your girl gave her for Christmas back when having a mink was a big thing. Not that it still isn't, but people seem to prefer less show-offy winter jackets these days. (Just between you and me, Fio, who's something of a showoff herself, prefers the mink.)
Fiorella and Son L just got home from shopping for a mini-fridge for her studio, which is molding into shape more and more every day. She's probably just halfway through her creation, but that's more than she was yesterday.
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