Wel­come to A Diva’s Guide to the Sweet Life!

Our new blog will be the fab­u­lous, au cur­rant way La Dolce Diva will be spread­ing the word of La Dolce Vita through­out the Diva UNIVERSE!.…or at least to those who read my blog.

A Diva’s Guide to the Sweet Life will attempt to be the por­tal into the world I aspire to live. And I will take you along astride my pow­der pink Vespa.. If we can’t live there full time– at least we can escape on a daily basis. It will a light­hearted, whim­si­cal jour­ney. Pic­ture your­self as Holly Golightly tak­ing a Roman Holiday!

The inspi­ra­tion for this blog comes from my love of Italy. Also, my La Dolce Diva Bath & Body Col­lec­tion which is inspired by Italy and being a Sweet Diva! I will be writ­ing about food, wine, travel, shop­ping, books, movies and any other lit­tle Diva thought that flits through my head. It won’t all be about Italy…but it will be about how to try and live La Dolce Vita. In lit­tle ways, read­ing a quick blurb about Cleopa­tra, how gelato is becom­ing the new rage across Amer­ica, shar­ing a glass of wine and an inside gig­gle with girl­friends, arrang­ing a bou­quet of flow­ers on your desk-just for you to enjoy. These are all every­day things…but this is life.

Before we begin, let me say this, I am not always a happy-go-lucky cheer­ful per­son. I am not the glass is half full type of gal in every sit­u­a­tion. I do not go through life in rose-colored glasses (although that does sound cute.) Any­way, I am just like most of you. Some days a good day is just get­ting through it.

But maybe I can get you to take a break and make a men­tal jour­ney with me to my favorite place on Piazza Della Sig­no­ria in Flo­rence, Italy, sit­ting on the steps to the Log­gia, fac­ing the Palazzo. The breeze is blow­ing strands of our hair into our gelato. The tourists are all shuf­fling around star­ing up at the stat­ues behind us in the Log­gia. We already know all the stautes by heart. The cara­binieri tell us we can­not sit on the steps to eat. We know this. We just like to see how long it will take them to tell us and how seri­ous and stern they are. We jump up, brush off our shorts and take a stroll in front of the Uffizi Museum.  Long lines of peo­ple are wait­ing to get into the  museum filled with price­less art. Bottecelli’s Venus lives there. We already know how to get in early and avoid the lines. The sun glares across the Arno, through the arches and into the pas­sage­way in front of the museum. We squint our eyes at the bright bands of light. But the tall build­ings keep us shaded and the stone keeps us cool. The chil­dren and pretty young girls run from the “stat­ues” dressed as Roman Gods that “come to life” and jump off their card­board boxes as par­ents and boyfriends try to snap a pic­ture to cap­ture the moment. You don’t need a cam­era to do that.

This is when I am truly happy. Stand­ing on the stones of Flo­rence. When I can breath the air and feel the history.

This is when I can feel La Dolce Vita. I hope you can feel it too.