Once upon a time there was a pretty girl and a dress. The dress was magically beautiful and hung in a shop window in the little village of Positano. The girl who was visiting Positano in July saw the dress and tried it on. It fitted perfectly. The girl’s sister said she looked beautiful in the dress. It was perfect. The girl said she must have it.
But the girl hesitated. Buying the dress would mean the girl and her handsome husband would have no money for food or drink for a week. The girl proclaimed “I will come and buy the dress before we leave. If it is still in the shop it is meant to be”.
Her husband was most pleased as he would not have to go hungry and would have a plentiful supply of ale to quench his thirst.
For the next two days the girl thought about the dress. She longed to wear it again. She vowed to make it hers.
When she returned to the shop, alas, it was shut. The wicked owner was taking an afternoon nap. The girl would return later. Again, when she returned the shop was closed. Many times she returned and each time the door was locked and the lights were dimmed. The girl was despairing.
Finally the girl’s time in Positano was ending. Still the shop remained closed. The girl’s sister reminded her “if you return to Positano and the dress is still there, it was meant to be.”
The girl left Positano with a heavy heart and no dress. Over the next months she had many adventures in the land of Italy but always in the back of her mind was the magically beautiful dress.
In November the girl and her husband returned to the little village of Positano. The girl resolved “if the magically beautiful dress is still there, I will purchase it”. Secretly she thought that a dress as magically beautiful as this one would have found an owner long before her return.
On her first day in Positano the girl rushed to the shop. She chose a time when the shop must be open hoping against hope that the dress was waiting for her.
As she approached the shop, through the window, she could see the dress. Still magically beautiful and still waiting for her. It was meant to be. She broke into a run, reaching for her purse filled with gold coins.
But alas, as she got closer to the shop the girl could see that the lights were off and the door locked. The shop was closed. She wept.
To be continued…
Love it G, but it sounds like the princess will get her wish!
You are probably right, but I’m sure there are more twists and turns in this story.
G & J
Perhaps what is meant to be is that the dress will only tease and flirt with her, knowing that the husbands ale is more important.
Or perhaps yopu could buy it for her for Christmas :-)
Hey Granty, we both know the ale is the most important part of the story but that’s because we’re blokes. Love the Meat Loaf photos. You’ve met the oracle. Cheers G
Cant wait for the next installment!!!! Go the dress!!!
Still trying … watch this space. Jean xx.
Man cannot live by pasta and peroni alone! Feast your eyes on the beautiful girl in the beautiful dress – next instalment please with pictures :)
Hey Jill, we are working on the next part of the story. As with most things in Italy, nothing is simple and straightforward – even with lashings of pasta and Peroni added.
G & J
I think the man should purchase the dress for the pretty lovely girl, of course when the wicked shop owner decides to open. I am sure this will guarantee the man plenty of ale and other such refreshments for an indefinite period of time.
Fingers crossed that the pretty dress is on sale, increasing the likelihood of purchase.
Oh if it were that simple. As with most things in Italy, there is always a twist. Watch this space.
G & J