Last week it was International Women’s day. We were supposed to be remembering the successes, achievements, merits of women around the globe. I don’t ever remember this day being celebrated in Britain when I lived there. Perhaps it is now.
I did a quick Google to find some random images. Lots of collages with women from different lands smiling in solidarity...
In Italy it is traditionally a day when women are given little bunches of yellow mimosa flowers by the men in their lives. In the evening they go out to have a women’s dinner with their girlfriends. A bit like a hen night without the strippers. Or sometimes with. They call it ‘festa della donna. I did a google for this too to see what came out. Mostly naked, lots of fluffy mimosa covering the important bits. I do have to say that the festa della donna was much more like international man's day.
When Eve was about 2 ½ it was difficult to have a conversation with her about anything that wasn’t pink. I don’t know how she did it but I’d say 80 if not 90% of her entire output was concerned with the colour pink. ‘I like pink Mummy, look, pink ball. Mummmy… pink . I like pink.’ She would wear nothing that wasn’t pink. Her favourite food was ham, because it was pink!!! Obsessed. She’s now 4 ½ and has grown out of the pink phase, she talks about international politics with ease…Italy is 150 tomorrow… Tanti Auguri!!