Grazie Mille, Mr Giorgio Armani

Reminiscing about my son MB's Bar Mitzvah, (see the previous two posts), has brought back fond memories of the preparations towards that big day and also a story about the dress I chose to wear at the dancing party we held for family and friends after the synagogue.

So here's the story.

I needed a dress. A party dress. A happy dress. And whenever I need a happy dress the person I think of is Giorgio. Yes. Giorgio. Giorgio Armani. The Italiano.

Tortelloni alla Meneghina

Yesterday night, five years ago exactly, my father passed away. On a Monday night at 8.30 pm.

He passed away in a rehabilitation center. My mother and sister MSH were with him. I had just walked out of his room to say goodbye to one of my Aunts. The doctors had warned us his time was up, but of course one is never ready for death.