8I have nearly finished dressing for the evening celebrations. I chose a tunic of thickly crafted violet brocade and selecting an emerald coloured sash tied it low between my waist and hips, like a belt. I bind it tightly managing to create a draping that falls gently, but quite short, just as current fashion dictates, against my thighs covered by hose in two colours: one leg violet and the other green. The image reflected in the mirror is not displeasing: I am eighteen years old and my body, which has always been quite slender, has remained so while gaining solidity and vigour.
Living in Florence means I certainly do not lack the opportunity to dress for social occasions to attend. The Master registered me with the Company of Saint Luca, the association of artists. Attending their meetin
