The painting

This is the story of how I made it up to myself when I bought a small oil painting for 50 euro at the top of Florence:

“Well… Actually it’s our painting I said,” looking at my mom as she had given me half of the money. “And I do love sunflowers.” She nodded. “And if it hangs on our wall for 500 days, that’s only 5 cents a day!”

“And we walked up here and if we hadn’t walked with would probably have taken some expencive night tour of Florence!”

“Yeah!”

“And that would have cost us 30 euro at least!”

“Our 60! And then we actually saved money!”

     Yes. That actually happened. Welcome to my world. But as you all know, since you of course read tis blog every day, I have a thing for sunflowers, and the oil painting was of a sunflower field here in Tuscany, so the money gods have forgiven me, right?

Mari Clémentine