Nina's Sphere

Nina's sphere is the blog of a Maltese girl who's living it up without falling flat down. A little off balance in general, she is in her mid twenties and blogs with a view to share some of the comical episodes in her life. In this piece she goes shopping in Valletta. Funny she mentions the late Grace of Monaco - I am occasionally told that I bear a likeness to her son Albert!:

I was recently wandering the streets of our Baroque capital city, dear old Valletta… Nah! Let’s be honest. I wasn’t exactly wandering. You know that as well as I do! It was more like I was working very hard on my retail-therapy. (The first step when it comes to overcoming a serious problem like shopping is certainly admitting it, or so I am told.) Ergo I’m on the right track to healing my need to shop until I drop – fabulous! Which means that today after work, I’m going to reward my efforts by buying those gorgeous sexy red stilettos! Then of, course I’ll need a bag and possibly a belt to go with them…

Hmmm. Have just re-read the previous sentence. Do I hear that little eerie high pitched voice in my head (i.e. my conscience – as opposed to a psychotic manifestation) screech ‘counter-productive’? The words reverberate in my head as though trailing out of a damp hollow cave into a bright sunny day. Yes, indeed. I see how that can make sense. (Again another admission! I am improving at every step!) Better put my conscience on mute then! You see – I am a practical person after all! He he he!

Right, back to my shop-your-problems-away quest. (Here I am - calling a spade a spade!) I was in quite a good mood, feeling very at one with the world. Wafting on a pure white cloud of harmony. Able to make allowances for inconsiderate people who bump into you because they are talking on the phone, busy searching for something which sunk to the pitless bottom of their handbags, or plain confused.

Smiling graciously (in manner of Princess Grace of Monaco – obviously prior to her tragic death) when some inane pedestrian crosses my path and when forced to choose between maintaining course on MY trajectory or backing away gently, without making any fast movements, chose the latter, etc. I could sense it in the very crisp, hair-lashing windy air that this was going to be all very Zen-like. Yes. The flow was leading towards a satisfactory shopping expedition.