Just before the doors opened for the Glass Vase Concert on Sunday 23rd May 2010, I noticed that I wasn’t wearing my purple Gucci sunglasses. I was walking in and out of the house on a busy and important day, one that had taken over my life for a few weeks.
I had bought the pair at midnight in July 2007 before going to the Contemporary Music Festival in Cortona, Italy. The Italian saleswoman was clever to get my prescription fitted within 2 hours.
The flood of people streaming in, first the musicians and then the early birds, distracted me from looking for those beloved sunglasses. It was a day for wearing sunglasses, for the sun was direct and bold while the wind tame and nearly absent.
Only a few days earlier, I had taken a photo with those sunglasses of my reflection and the garden house in my friend’s sunglasses.
Below is a photo of me with the Gucci sunglasses in Paris in summer of 2009.
The Gucci sunglasses case sat in the bookshelf. It was empty. I was sure I had left my sunglasses on the piano.
The next morning, Monday 24th May, I noticed a pair of clip-on sunglasses sitting on my grand piano. Did someone take my purple sunglasses by mistake or swapped for the clip-ons which I can’t use?
I wondered about the swap, for someone else had taken the wrong violin bow by accident. Maybe these are independent events.
Left on a wooden garden bench was a black fleece jacket (medium size) with Patagonia label and gloves in pockets. I shall have to e-mail all the guests if they have forgotten the jacket and clip-on sunglasses.
and the gloves….