My grandmother loved jewellery. She pinned emerald frogs to her visors when she golfed, strung piles of pearls around the neckline of chic, cashmere sweaters and bedazzled the cuffs of crisp white shirts with glitter and gold. She had one husband, but several wedding bands, and when she was diagnosed with lung cancer, she wore diamonds the size of the Plaza to chemo. Yiayia Terrifica, we miss you.
I am happiest in the sea – the colder, deeper and bluer the better. My daughter Iole asked me recently where I learned to swim, and I couldn’t recall. My father likes to tell people that he threw me into the sea as a baby and that I just started to swim. I’m not sure that that’s true, but I do know that I have the confidence and grace of a mermaid in water. When I was pregnant with Luma, our littlest one, I swam twice weekly. I’m not sure if it was the salt water or the fabulous octogenarians I swam with, but I felt weightless and buoyed every time I stepped into the pool.
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