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will be ours, and my DH, the target for the next five days we will do a little holiday in Budapest, January 2 to 6.
A good start to new year, do not you??
So I take this opportunity to all you my best wishes for a sparkling evening, and the beginning of a year full of amazing events they describe in these pages.
Good creativity and all next year!
This afternoon I went out to do some 'shopping, and I took the opportunity to go to the Post, where I waited for the bag swap " Simply Christmas" by Valeria.
soon withdrawn the envelope I took refuge in the car and I could not wait ... As a child in front of the Christmas tree, I ripped off the packaging to see the content and .... I was amazed!
Sasa , my combination, is a passionate and creative sewing and patchwork has filled my heart with joy, check it out ...
The first is an in-door ... ah ah ah sorry but it's too good to keep it out, I'm afraid that if someone take it away (the heart was already in my possession, but they are good as a whole). The ball ... we want to talk about it?? all these alternating triangles of cloth ... it is almost amazing, so much so that it is already perched on my tree!
There was also a beautiful magnet that was immediately put into the company of others in my collection, a couple of chocolates (that have already been signed by the jelly) and a bag of nougat that I had to hide before the arrival and DH if you eat it all ... ...
Sasa because I wanted to thank his gifts really made me happy, but also to Valeria, who saputto mate in such a way that each of we receive something that is not usually .... Beautiful right?
This photo set of what he sent me Sasa
Ah then the afternoon continued with several vice
... I went into a shop that sells cups cake convinced ... maybe ... had only those!
I found virtually an arsenal for pastry, cut the biscuits of every shape and size to the sac-a-few of each kind with jets of all types, from steel pans to make any cake to form silicone cupcakes, cookies , chocolates ... ... until you get to the food colors, flavors of any type and a vast assortment of sugar in every shape, size and color. ... After
caught on the fly a few cups fantastic to me ran off before emptying the store, as well as my wallet ....
But these cups are delicious??
Since I found the food coloring, I'll try soon a great recipe for cupcakes that I've seen online, but we will not give anything ....
And then, because every day is a special day, this evening I prepared to DH a strawberry mousse with a shower of sugary cuoriciosi
Good evening to all those who pass through here ... ... ... ....
The banner with the sheep is a free of Joan, and I can find shcema here. The sheep were originally horizontal, but then hook having this at home so tender that I decided to use it to make a small banner sheep.
Sorry for the glare in the photo .... but when one comes down in the evening to take pictures this is the result
,-P
The ticket ... is an experiment!
I'm glad you liked it to Cynthia, because it is the first one I did ...
For the structure I used a tutorial found on the net, I can not remember the name, I apologize, just find my note I will inform you. Toga
cards, crayons and stamp Magnolia ... that's it!
And now, since nothing else I can show, I show you what we had bought the DH and I during our trip to Ireland in June ...
Surely this is the first of many ....
would be nice to decorate the Christmas tree with all the balls, or the decorations were taken here and there in the world ....
Now, since I think I have bored enough this morning, I greet you! But
you again for a Christmas card.
nice day and good race to the last presents ...
This evening I have dinner with colleagues of my father, that they are also my former colleagues because I worked for two and a half years some 'time ago ..
Among colleagues, there is one special friend, for which I thought you'd give a small gift at Christmas ...
was a bit 'I wanted to make a and this afternoon I have experienced .. bookmark!
The stamp, colored crayon, The Greeting Farm and the card is Toga.
I punch the edge, soiled with the buffer ... et voila: the jeux son fait!
you like it?? To me very much, Misa ... I will continue to make.
Now I leave it on the fire, there are other jobs ... ... ... ... ... ....
you ever need or want, to make a cake for a good opportunity, you commit yourselves with all that is fine, but instead is wrong ????? Indeed garbage?? Well lately I
happens often, and then with things I can do pretty well now .... In fact actually happened to me also with my strong points ... ..
tonight but I won!!
have been asked to make a dessert for Christmas dinner that I will make with colleagues, and to avoid bad pictures preview tonight I tried to make the custard ... ..
So I wandered a bit 'for the network, and I happened by chance in a loooong blog tasty to The Perfect Dumpling which explains very well how to make custard without damage, so it feels ...!
There is only one flaw ... .. it's over now!
Gift Box ... ... Obviously I can not show them.
These packages while I see them there ...
... belong to the "Simply Christmas Swap " organized by Valeria.
are a mix of techniques, I chose something that my combination does not usually, because it seemed cute to give her something different, and then what she usually does so well done that I would feel embarrassed to send them something that certainly does it better than me ....
Bustone yellow leave for tomorrow ... ..
Just my combination will show you what I done.
... and too little time!
I'll make it to do whatever I have in mind before Christmas?
As usual, I always boils down to the last moment to do things ....
On my dining room table (which has now been named as a craft room) there is everything: colors, brushes, media, books, boxes of thread, pincushions, paper, ink, stamp, missing only the Zaira. Who is the
Zaira?? It 's the name I gave my faithful sewing machine. I gave the name of my grandmother because she was his, and has more 40 years! An old woman is still in his leg!
The outline of this busy little sheep can be found here , the fantastic and very nice Giovanna.
Now I leave, I try to finish all my projects. Good
creativity to all!
So ... we left that I was going to do the course by Annalisa, spare time, with our Teacher Erika, to make this wonderful project ... .. Renee Mullins
But it is beautiful??
This delightful figure is well-85cm high, and was really hard to finish it .... But, as always after a course of Erika, I feel satisfied! And I can not wait to put it out the door of my house with her nice big bag full of gifts! We hope that no one take it away ....
Now I go, I still have a lot of things to do before Christmas ...
Ciaoooooooooooooo
I think our greatest pride is born by the maturity with which each of us has worked. Everyone has made available its experience and expertise, all different, all unique and so valuable (and I believe it is worth pointing out that all they did in their spare time ....) ... The union then, was not de-personalization.
I think the biggest asset in terms of content is derived from the fact that each of us has maintained its specificity. The Free Art exhibition to talk about my group, is an exhibition-style Free Art, which has always (with very few exceptions) the group shows a preference for personal, because it aims to promote the poetry of each Solo artist. But the same can be said for all other facilities, all of high quality ...
units, each in its diversity: it is the biggest gamble we can do and I think it failed.
Personally I would like to thank first Gianmario Masala, the artist who exposes us to 2LEI, for the high quality of the works that led the group The Branco, which has accepted my proposal to the flight of collaboration with Terence Back that gave voice to a very intense two texts, the first he had already read during the evenings reading that his group proposes that the land Aarab The Phoenix is \u200b\u200bliterally hard, strong, I suggested that touching me ... And here is another big thank you to Mark Grockle , another artist Free Art, rl doctor, who long ago I had read this letter from a colleague and when I asked if I could make it public because it is an intermediary with the author (that Andrea, another doctor at the hospital Regina Margherita di Torino) to do with obtaining consent. It 'important to talk, it is also important to punch in the stomach of those who, like us, live in countries happy, not to forget those who have just had the misfortune to be born in other latitudes. A moment of horror for situations such as described in the letter may not be used to change the world, but, as they say on the Holocaust and even more so when it comes to most modern problems is the duty "not to forget" ...
why I also decided to attach below both the texts read for Free Art, thanking all those who have spoken ...
(Simba Schumann)
Jack Crowd - Women in rebirth
More sunsets , Most of the flight of a bird, the wonderful thing of all is a woman in rebirth.
When they stand up after the catastrophe, after the fall.
What one says is over. No, never finished for a woman.
A woman always gets up, even when he does not believe, even if you do not want.
I speak not only of the immense pain of those injured by anti-personnel mine that makes the death or illness.
I'm talking about you, that this period never ends, you're playing there in a difficult job, which is a test every morning, worse at school.
you, implacable judge of yourself, as your boss that you decide if you will look at or if you have to condemn.
So every day, and this novitiate never ends. It's you that you do it last.
Or talk about you, you're afraid even to sleep with a man;
who are terrified that a story will take off the air,
flerti not with anyone because you're terrified that someone from entering the your life.
Worse, if we remain caught in the middle you, then you suffer like a dog.
're tired there's always someone with whom you have to justify that you want to change, or that you have to change for you tenertelo close.
So you're cultivating the loneliness inside.
Yet you tell it, I will also say when you talk to the other: "I'm fine. I'm okay, I'm better this way."
And the sky falls by another palm.
Or that boy you're going to live, have lived there at Christmas and Easter.
In man we've thrown in the soul and is a long time ago, and I've thrown so much blood that one day you begin to look for you in the mirror because you do not know who you become.
Whatever the case, now you're here and I know there was a moment that you looked down and my feet were in cement.
Wherever I was, we were close: In your story, your work, in your solitude.
And it was a crisis, and you cried. As God cry! Do you have a water source in the stomach.
You cried as you walked into a crowded street, subway station, on the motorcycle.
So, suddenly. You could not hold him.
And that night you took the car and you drive for hours, because the air will dry out the dark cheeks?
And then you've dug, you talked about ... As you speak, girls! Tears and words.
To understand, to pull off a six-meter long root that gives meaning to your pain.
"Why I do this? How is it that I always repeat the same pattern? Am I mad?"
If they are asked for all. Then go down with the bulldozer in your story, two-, four-hands, and jump out thousands of pieces. An intricate puzzle.
Here is where it starts. Did not you know?
E 'by the great liver that takes you to look like that, fragmented in a thousand confetti, it starts again.
Why does a woman again, however, has an instinct inside that will drag on and on.
You will need a strategy, you will need to invent a new form for your new you.
Why you are destined to meet again, to introduce yourself.
You can no longer be what it was before. Before the bulldozer.
not you excited? You will attract interest slowly.
Falling in love again, of themselves, or do it for the first time, it's like a diesel.
Party plan, you There. But when you go, go in the race.
E 'adventure, rebuild themselves. The largest.
No matter where you start if from the house, the color of the curtains or the haircut.
I have always adored women in rebirth, for this wonderful way of proclaiming to the world "are new" skirt with a flower or a cool blonde curls.
Why must all understand and see, "Beware: the site is open, we are working for you. But most of all for ourselves." More
of sunrises, most of the sun, a woman in rebirth is the greatest wonder.
To the person who meets and for herself. It's spring in November. When you least expect it ...
Letter to Andrea Marco
Dear Mark,
Well, my boss deflated by two years for me here, until the nth call (at a time of apparent mental weakness) [end] I agreed.
I do not mind being the party, if I did I'd never see this place.
do not know if you've ever had occasion to see such a thing ....
Well, the lady in front had nothing, everything flat like a doll pretend, of those children. Just below, at the posterior third of what was once the vulva remained a hole diameter of 2 cm, flat bottom. If you got up with a retraction of the flap skin before suturing together the two reconstructed labia at the top were the vagina and urethra (the highest). Of course there was no trace of the clitoris, that is removed. At the front of the groin was all flat, there was only a vertical scar outcome of the suture, made by the mother or aunt, according to what they told me.
Try to imagine what it means to urinate or have cycles in a situation like this anatomy. They tell me fact that infections are on the agenda. Well such mutilation is done at the age of 6 years on all women. All the nurses, doctors, Arab women here are like that. And if they were not being rejected by others like them that make them the pariah.
There is one addendum: the female amended remain so until the wedding, then it is "open" by the husband to have intercourse sex. Then when you get pregnant the "collapse" until delivery, when you "reopen". So they told me.
I do not make comments!
They sent me to also visit the refugee camp of Mayo, the refugees of Darfur, to understand local conditions.
Words are not enough, and that the surroundings are not much better. The only difference is that in the refugee camp homes are shacks made of jute (the bags) and cardboard, while all around, the "town" of Mayo (and also Soba, on the outskirts of Khartoum, where c ' is the hospital) the houses are made of mud and straw ... those of the rich terra cotta brick.
Along the Nile full of "factories" that are made of brick as 5000 years ago.
The curious thing is that here and there among the huts, spitting a satellite dish!
The refugee camp has 300,000 inhabitants, and all around the landscape (a bit 'identical to all the places I've seen) is flat, aridissimo, reddish-gray ground all dried and cracked, with a few shrubs and no trees. Shrubs are attacked on the trash bags and shoppers spending yellows, grays, blacks, blue, orange.
empty the garbage anywhere, the organic part is degraded in the sun, and remain the pouches that the wind carries it around and attach themselves to thorny bushes and barbed wire. On both sides of the street is garbage everywhere.
Imagine an immense open-air garbage bags all over the place, the land aridissima and hard, and here and there dilapidated brick houses and skeletons of unfinished concrete houses, scattered at random with a lot of space between ' both of them.
This is the Sudan. Poetic, no? As I was saying ...
addition to the refugee camp is managed by Emergency surgery we went to visit, run by a single nurse, who care very tenacious, he says, is health education and care of mothers and children. They even have a laboratory.
While we were there it went to the 'hospital' the public to get angry with the doctors premises which had sent a child to care which was not nice, and we have to see together.
Here in theory would free health care for children and mothers, if not in reality pay at the pharmacy will not give you anything in return, there are many clinics of dentists or doctors or radiologists to charges.
So: the public hospital is in a shed built six years ago by the Chinese, steel blue, with whitewashed brick walls and all scraped 6 years ago, all open space inside with two floors and all stored: clinics , bedrooms, studies, pharmacy, laboratories and many people around.
Mom was thrown on a bed in a "hospital room", a standard room with the window with nothing, a hole opened, and four bunks.
She was thrown on a cot, with no energy, with the baby attached to the roof with a fever, tachycardia, who vomited. Two rags. The mother took the child's vomit in her hand and smeared on the bed.
The nurse called the "doctor" the local said the baby was well and that her mother did not know what to do.
She left the drugs and did make the child the antibiotic intravenously using a needle that had made yesterday. Out the needle, if you lose, all finished ....
ambulatory care she intestinal parasites, skin infections, the impetigo, scabies, lice, I mean all the good things port poverty.
She says that if in the middle of the field would begin to distribute food, only that, would solve 50% of people's problems, because the biggest problem is that they have nothing to eat and nothing to buy. Here
mothers give birth and breastfeed the child for six months, then left again pregnant and the baby is no longer entitled to mother's milk, and must make do: go out alone to suck your tits to feed the goats would otherwise die .
fact the higher mortality in Sudan is between 6 months and 5 years. Precisely because of this habit. If they survive they're doing, if they have other problems.
One of the things that girl must be taught to mothers is not to treat the umbilical cord, because here the package it with cow dung, and small die of septicemia.
The other problem is not to keep the fire inside the huts, the kids because we fall into and burned.
Here, in comparison to the hospital here is heaven on earth, so it is difficult to think of what to do for these people, if it ever be possible.
the hospital as I was saying is rather beautiful and very efficient: a few days ago I broke the stethoscope and I was missing a piece to fix it: the catastrophe! You can not understand: it is impossible to get things sent by mail, there is no postal service. They sent me the kindest biomedical engineer, I have found the spare part of their stocks!
And here I introduce a parenthesis futile to say that women here are on average Very nice indeed! They have sweet and fine features and are on average considerably higher. Well, nice cerbiattone, with blacks beautiful eyes! I'm not joking ..... both biomedical greatly impressed me. One of them spoke perfect English! Then there are various instrumentalists and major department nurses. I did not expect! And they are funny, respond to jokes, joke and are very affectionate. A hug
Andrea
The picture is a bit 'small but you get the idea ... 
But it is beautiful?? As soon as I saw it I fell in love, and I look forward to place it outside the door of my home ...
We update a few days. Over and out!
... Yes, I know, to speak of the Holy Night is early, but not too much! You see the counter above to run??
And since the project that I finished it is even called the Holy Night, I had to show before going to sleep ....
When I bought the book by Renée, this was the first project that I immediately loved. And the beauty is that even the DH was in my opinion!
It took me a while 'before deciding to do it, but now I could not wait any longer ....
"bad" only instead of at home will end up shop in the DH because he likes very much!!
And with this project, I also beat the record to finish the PAL in November before the end of the month ;-))
Now I greet someone who is already quite late and sleeping .... Zzzzzzzzzz
