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Spring Dream
I bet you feel this way too. Do you also find you go a bit crazy when, after the winter gloom, you leave the office and there is still a little light in the sky? It takes me over, and I feel the urge to see the sea again.
Born at the foot of mountains, renowned as hopeless sailor and for my former aversion to water, it’s taken me a lifetime to fall in love with the sea.
As a child, the idea of the sea appealed, but I would happily have limited myself to looking at it from above, as once I was on the beach I always got sunburned. Finally, thanks to sunscreen worthy of the name, things changed, after which I became friends with the waves, solitary bays and rocks.
So much so that my three tattoos are about sailing ships, anchors and lighthouses, giving those I show them to the impression that I’m a real sea lover. Not to mention my search for my own seaside property in my favorite place, well aware that after buying in the city, the most I would be able to afford is a mortgage on a Barbie beach house. In short, I think you get it, the sea is a serious matter for me, so when I think about weekends on the Riviera, it's like I’m planning a lovers’ escape.
I wake up in the morning, put on a white duster coat and go out to get a freshly baked baguette for breakfast on the terrace. A polka-dot dress for a long barefoot walk on the beach, followed by a trip to the flower market. And a stylish, semi-sheer black shirt dress for an aperitif at the yacht club. On Sunday, a lovely double-breasted suit in a sand-colour, of course, is just the thing for a stroll around the art gallery I always enjoy so much.
If you're thinking: why bother with all of that, aren't jeans and a t-shirt enough for the beach? My answer is: it depends. It depends on the way we dream our lives should be, on how much and how in that particular moment we enjoy playing with our image.
Today, my Spring Dream is made of wrap-around skirts, lace blouses and high heels for a weekend in Antibes, and, as for tomorrow, we'll see.
Cristina Manfredi
