Alright, let’s talk about this Fedez Italy thing. I remember being over there, maybe a year or two back, just trying to get some proper pizza for a change. And you couldn’t escape the guy, Fedez this, Fedez that. His face was plastered everywhere, on magazines, TV, you name it. Seemed like the whole country was either talking about him or his wife.
It got me thinking, actually. Not about him specifically, more about how things look versus how they are. Reminds me of when I decided to tackle a simple project: fixing a wobbly table in the little place I rented near Florence. Seemed easy, right? Just tighten a few screws, maybe add a shim.
The Wobbly Table Saga
So, I went to find a hardware store. First challenge: actually finding one that wasn’t just selling fancy door handles. Took me a good hour of walking around, asking people who mostly shrugged. Finally found this tiny place tucked away in a side street.
Got inside. Nobody spoke English, naturally. My Italian is… well, let’s just say it’s basic. I tried explaining ‘wobbly table’ with hand gestures. Lots of wobbling my hands. The old guy behind the counter just stared at me. Then he started pulling out random stuff. Hinges. Paint cans. Light bulbs.
- Pointed at a table leg graphic I drew on a napkin.
- Made wobbling motions again.
- Said ” tavolo… non stabile?” (table… not stable?).
He finally seemed to get it. Nodded slowly. Walked over to a dusty corner and pulled out a small box of wooden wedges. Perfect! Or so I thought.
Paid the man a few euros. Felt pretty good about myself. Got back to the apartment. Pulled out the wedges. Tried jamming one under the short leg. Too thick. Tried another. Too thin. Realized I needed to maybe sand one down.
Did I have sandpaper? Of course not. Back I went. Different store this time, slightly bigger. More confusion. More hand gestures. Eventually found some sandpaper. Got back again. Started sanding the wedge. Dust everywhere. Took ages. Finally got it sort of right.
Shoved the wedge under the leg. The table stopped wobbling. Success! For about five minutes. Then I bumped it slightly, the wedge popped out, and the wobble was back. Worse than before.
What I learned
Ended up just folding a piece of cardboard, like I probably should have done in the first place. Took two minutes. Worked perfectly for the rest of my stay.
So yeah, Fedez in Italy. Big splashy stuff on the surface, everyone talking. But underneath, sometimes the simplest, roughest solution is the one that actually works. Just like my cardboard wedge. You don’t always need the fancy fix everyone talks about. Sometimes you just gotta make it work with what you’ve got right there. It’s not glamorous, but it gets the job done. That’s real life, I guess.
