The chance conversation I had about a coffee table, over on Devs thread, opened a whole new batch of memories for me. I have always hung on to a pair of tan and cream cowboy boots that I bought on Ebay. They are so unlike anything I would normally wear,yet I stayed up half the night bidding for them.
I have even brought them over to Florida, yet most other winter clothing I sold on Ebay before moving here.As I was posting, it suddenly came to me where the cowboy connection was.It is from over 30 years ago.I was working a summer job at 16 in a hotel stuffed to the gills with Italians.Incidentally run by a very emotional gay Italian, with the most gorgeous specimen of manhood I have ever set eyes on as his boyfriend.Anyway I digress.
I had the most enormous crush on one of the Italians, who eventually asked me out.I had been flitting from one to another in order to try and make him jealous,what a trollop
He was 26 so I felt sooo grown up, he also had a nice little alfa romeo sports car,white.The joy when he would come and pick me up from school in it. But here's the but,he lived in levis and tan cowboy boots,and a denim jacket.Hewas the first person to say I love you, actually he wrote it on a psotcard, from a trip back home.He gave me his denim jacket while he was away.It was so lovely, smelled of his aftershave.
I am going to have to ring my dad soon as I know I did not give it back to him.I used to wear it with hippy floral dresses.!!! I kept the jacket as he bought a new one,He broke my heart after a year.I am sure the jacket is in my parents loft.They never throw anything away.!!
Now the other thing that I remembered last night was that him and a group of friends used to watch, without fail, the saturday afternoon western.Some of them were so old they were still in black and white.I used to sit with them, and don't shoot me down,I hated all of them.But I was so besotted with him,I would have sat and watched paint dry.
He used to call me bella, amd say ti amo.Which in an Italian accent from an amazingly handsome man just had me melting.(this all followed on after the rape) so I was desperate for real love and tenderness.I got it all from him.For some reason Italian males, in particular,certainly of that generation just loved American cowboy movies.
I know now why I waited so long to see BBM, I associated cowboy films with him.Yet I still bought the boots and to this day I only wear Levi Jeans, apart form when I went through a really pretentious label phase.But it is back to levis now, and they have to be the button ones.
I find this to be one of the truly wonderful things about Bettermost, a cowboy coffee table can open the floodgates to a whole selection of memories.
I even remember his name,he was called Giovanni, Vanni for short, and it was in the days when my mother and I still got on.He sent me a postcard every day for the week he was away, always signed Ti amo, Vanni. I still have them all.But the jacket I am sure is at my parents house.My mother translated the Ti amo for me.I think she secretly had a crush on him.He really was drop dead gorgeous.
What is odd about BBM is that he was very similar in looks to Jake, and yet it was Heath as Ennis I fell for.He was also instrumental, in my love of all things Italian.Yet without the coffe table over on Devs blog, I doubt I would have remembered all this and pieced together, my odd asociation with cowboys.
My husband laughed, as the fist time we went to New York, I wore the boots with along tan suede skirt, and sorry, a fur coat on top.He is used to my peculiarities by now.
So I have a life long affection for all things Italian, including most of my furniture.I had never really thought about why,and yet I should have as it was such different taste to all my friends.Even when went through my more money than sense phase everything I wore was an Italian label.The final thing that I realised is the the love of my life is a dead ringer for Giovanni, dark skin, blue blue eyes and brown. nearly black hair.
I have really enjoyed running all these wonderful memories through my mind.It has taken me back years, to what were really halcien days.It was similar to tht phrase in Candy, the afternoon of extravagant delight.It also happened to be the summer of 76 which was one of the hottest on record. Blissful memories.
Of course BBM opened up some much less well healed wounds.But hey, I just have to work through them. I tend to be a little negative sometimes, but now I realise my italian cowboy gave me a fantastic year.I will enjoy reliving some more of the memories.
What is even more strange, my ex husband the alcoholic, had 2 pairs of cowboy boots.Subconciously, I am sure I was recapturing those days when I fell for him.
O.K enough reminiscing, I will go and do the rest off line.