the ambasciatori – but not now


City work means city pay. That’s a good thing.

This month I’ve been up to my eyeballs in facials and Decleor. Expensive shoes and tailored trousers. There’s satisfaction in spending cash that’s your own.

Amalfi Coast - (c) KHolt

May 27 is special for me so I’ve been liaising with my jeweler and a personal shopper at Fendi. A cushion cut rock (something blue me thinks) or a bag-and-more. What to do?

I did the selfless thing (which, to be honest, I had always planned to do) and chose the Italian Riviera – because Tall Dark & Handsome has a thing for Italy and May 27 isn’t just about me.

Then Saturday came. And with it, a tax bill…..with four zeros on the end…..count ’em….four…..before the decimal.

The Riviera will have to wait.

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22 Comments

  • Fitzgerald
    Apr 10, 2006 at 19:42

    Fendi personal shopper…..*dies*.

  • kerri
    Apr 11, 2006 at 6:23

    Fie to taxes!

  • Amy K
    Apr 11, 2006 at 15:01

    Cheers to cushion cut! For some reason its not too popular here in the States, but I love it and hope to have a cushion cut ring someday, just not today because I am mailing my tax forms out this afternoon. 😉

  • Buffy
    Apr 11, 2006 at 15:56

    I know what you mean about the cushion cut. I think a lot of people are turned off because it doesnt sparkle like a brilliant. Same for the Old European and Old Miners. But I love them all. 🙂

  • Serena
    Apr 11, 2006 at 18:00

    Four?! And I thought three was bad. Sigh.

  • European
    Apr 11, 2006 at 20:12

    Taxes. *shiver*

  • Popeye
    Apr 12, 2006 at 0:13

    Yeah, me too. Granted, I was just thinking about going to Peoria or something. . .

  • hattigrace
    Apr 12, 2006 at 2:13

    April 15 – Tax day. Debts. April 17 – Easter, all our eternal debt of sin, paid in full. Never too many zeros for Him. Eases the burden, huh?

  • joey
    Apr 12, 2006 at 7:52

    so is this you speaking? i can’t tell when it’s you and when it’s a piece of creative writing. always wanted to vacation on the riviera.

  • Jay
    Apr 12, 2006 at 11:22

    Eep!

  • Buffy
    Apr 12, 2006 at 11:26

    Joey,

    Have a look just under the date of the post. You’ll see “filed under”.

    When it’s fiction I’ll file it under ‘FICTION’. If it’s not filed under fiction….then it’s me blogging or telling a story about something that has actually happened.

    The Vietnam story was fiction. The ‘Victorian House’ one was for real.

    Unfortunately, this one is real too.

  • amanda
    Apr 12, 2006 at 13:52

    your short pieces pack so much character and nuance. i love it. nice work.

  • allison
    Apr 12, 2006 at 16:49

    Beginning of the month is Ketel One and cheese by the ounce. End of the month is Kool-aid and ramen noodles. But at least it’s all MINE.

  • Dawn (webmiztris)
    Apr 12, 2006 at 18:48

    ooooh, that looks nice! I’m dying to go to Europe!

  • Kat
    Apr 12, 2006 at 19:28

    I can’t wait to travel to Europe. I really enjoy your writing and LOVE how fiction and real life seem to blend beautifully into one.

  • Scarlet
    Apr 13, 2006 at 18:27

    Ugh, I have to pay my taxes tomorrow…NOT looking forward to it.

  • Leesa
    Apr 13, 2006 at 18:49

    I thought this was in Milan.

  • Buffy
    Apr 13, 2006 at 19:16

    Leesa,

    There are several Ambasciatoris in Italy. This particular one is the Grand Hotel Ambasciatori near the Amalfi Coast.

    Grand Hotel

  • Liz
    Apr 13, 2006 at 19:18

    The only things that are guaranteed in this life are death and taxes.

  • Bonnie
    Apr 15, 2006 at 0:41

    Y’all could always go to The Redneck Riviera, although maybe you should wait until after the hurricane clean up.

  • coolcat
    Apr 15, 2006 at 3:14

    What about getting some pampering massages while you are it? They are heavenly…

    And taxes – urgggh! 😛

  • Miss Pickle
    Apr 18, 2006 at 22:18

    Taxes. Ugh. I’ll miss the Riviera along with you, as I also won’t be traveling anywhere for quite some time. *sigh*

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