tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-224955342024-03-13T03:35:52.889+01:00BurumballaCarolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16615511318642580820noreply@blogger.comBlogger61125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22495534.post-87523022581535934122010-03-31T18:44:00.002+02:002010-03-31T18:52:47.539+02:00Openings...One of Heather's best gifts ever was my seam ripper. Is one of those things I would have never bought myself and one of those things I was almost afraid to use. But sewing with her on a Sunday, I learned three things.<br />One, even if it feels painful, it is always better to undo a seam that has gone wrong, because the result at the end is much, much better.<br />Two, sometimes, you don't have to pin fabrics to sew them together.<br />Three, never try to finish a job when you are tired at the end of the evening.<br />Today, as I use the seam ripper for the third time, I think all of those wounds that I didn't open because of the pain. Today I know, it is better to get the air and sun to heal them and then, sew them nicely. And also,I don't need to have a pinned plan.<br />So, in honor of the spring and all the lessons learned, I'm taking my sewing outside, and I'm going to seam open all that I sow yesterday, under the sun.Carolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16615511318642580820noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22495534.post-39858798025492722932009-07-10T06:43:00.000+02:002009-07-11T07:03:19.999+02:00Post office and doubtsSo today was the final day to sent the parcel of the Friends Swap. I felt so nervous!!! It was my first swap, and I felt like it was a culminating point of some kind. I enjoyed all the process, meeting my partner, exchanging emails and thinking about the letters and the possible gifts. I made some things "for the first time in my life" for her. I always find that with friends, there are always a lot of things that you do for the first time, and I wanted to infuse the swap with that ideology. I have been really gifted with an amazing partner, and today, for the first time, I felt some doubts: what if what I had thought, made and sent wasn't worthy of her? She can make magic with fabric, and I'm just starting! I didn't want her to feel let down on any way. I hope my parcel makes her smile and feel loved when she receives it. I put all my heart, even if my techniques are not as good as hers. I can't talk too much, because she hasn't received it yet, and even if I wanted, I can't post with photos (partial ones, just to show a color, like a clue) because I have to untangle the mess of photos in my computer first. I am really excited, and it felt really good to go to the post office with my package, thinking about her face when she will open it. Will she like it? Hope so!Carolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16615511318642580820noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22495534.post-14687988937405615242009-07-07T07:04:00.000+02:002009-07-11T07:09:59.681+02:00Turn the pageBelated page. There has been a lot of action in the house recently, family lost members found, babies, softball games, sewing, knitting, crocheting, friends coming back from long and far trips, other friends moving, government papers to send... So I haven't finished the two books I was reading from the library, and what is worse (or better, as I see it) I started a new one. My sister-in-love brought me Twilight, and I must confess I'm caught!. So, if you please will be patient, tomorrow morning I will make my monthly contribution :)Carolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16615511318642580820noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22495534.post-46070898161298120612009-06-02T06:31:00.003+02:002009-06-02T07:15:50.583+02:00Turn the page.. Tuesday<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9zl1czL82l5N6vPS88Pv8yLmETDrjKCknp6chw4sh5oqFjltuxPPCaxrCRy5Z1ZBoTLQcZIDoADRHhFp6OdoQ53EqC705znvqvAz43sQ3sok8Ft8t8PZvQumiR00fwIxbZ0Y/s1600-h/Hotel+on+the+corner+of+bitter+and+sweet.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9zl1czL82l5N6vPS88Pv8yLmETDrjKCknp6chw4sh5oqFjltuxPPCaxrCRy5Z1ZBoTLQcZIDoADRHhFp6OdoQ53EqC705znvqvAz43sQ3sok8Ft8t8PZvQumiR00fwIxbZ0Y/s320/Hotel+on+the+corner+of+bitter+and+sweet.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342585255983861330" /></a><br /><br />Well, I'm posting this on Monday night because tomorrow I have to get in a plane and I won't have time until the night, with a little bit of luck, to read the other pages...<br />As I have mentioned before, the books chose us. They find us and get their way into our lives.<br />This book saw me when I was waiting for my student. She was late, and I got to read two chapters before she appeared. She looked curious about what I was reading, I told her about the book, and she secretly bought it for me, my birthday was the next day we had class. <br />I love the stories that the books in the shelves have.<br />The book for June is Hotel on the Corner of Bitter and Sweet, by Jamie Ford.<br />As the Panama Hotel owner discovers the belongings of Japanese families, left when they were sent to internment camps during World War !, Henry Lee, widow, father, makes another amazing discovery: The owner shows to the press a Japanese parasol, and opens it, taking Henry to 1940, to Keiko and his first love.<br />He is convinced that the parasol was hers, and searches the hotel for clues about her family, for his voice, for a long-lost, invaluable object. Set both in 1942 and 1986, the novel goes back and forth, explaining the past, unravelling the present.<br />But this novel is also made of little moments: of a jasmine smell, a can of pears, a photography never taken...<br />The story makes us keep reading, and the details, embroider the pleasure of the trip...<br /><br />Just a quick note: Adrienne, I never made it to my May(d) by me... I got the patterns, though. So maybe, just may(be), I will get to sew the summer clothes before the summer gets here... <br />As with books, we continue living, but the small moments, the peas getting bigger in the pod, the kiss of a loved one, the sound of rain, is what brings us pleasure. Happy June to all.Carolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16615511318642580820noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22495534.post-37246834397597706592009-05-25T19:57:00.002+02:002009-05-25T20:04:28.658+02:00Full of memories dayMy swap friend send me the link to this giveaway, you have to write about how your perfect quilt shop will be, good luck!<br />Link: http://yellowbirdart.blogspot.com/2009/05/winners-new-stuff-to-give-away.html<br /><br />This memorial day, for some reason, is full os memories to me. Maybe it is that is has benn cloudy for days, of that the green in the trees has a magical color, maybe it is because the whole city is silent, even with the Bolder Boulder and rubber duck race... I feel melancholic, i made some "crepes-pancake" with coconut milk and my husband and my dog loved them. I burned the left index finger, I eel like writing, like being silent, just looking out to the quiet trees...Carolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16615511318642580820noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22495534.post-54759526085291419692009-05-05T06:54:00.002+02:002009-05-05T07:29:49.797+02:00Turn the page... Tuesday<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo_cfkg0z5aqI3gOphqARxVqXfdfitbuB_Dcltgf-Nt2oaJACLlArv9hZtLX9j1BUuWTrvBhxUNbTOlUsYK_pymlEm0kdSVmR0V27B_j3VBPhg6Zycehfi0oNjD2C8S2nCL5Q/s1600-h/x19255.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo_cfkg0z5aqI3gOphqARxVqXfdfitbuB_Dcltgf-Nt2oaJACLlArv9hZtLX9j1BUuWTrvBhxUNbTOlUsYK_pymlEm0kdSVmR0V27B_j3VBPhg6Zycehfi0oNjD2C8S2nCL5Q/s320/x19255.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332199161824009906" /></a><br />Believe or not, my eye catched the title of the book in the library when I was looking for somethng else. This is the complete title: The delighted States, a Book of Novels, Romances, and Their Unkown Translators, containing Ten Languages, Set on Four Continents, and Accompanied by Maps, Portraits, Squiggles, Illustrations, and a Variety of Helpful Indexes. The author that came with this title is Adam Thirlwell. And the book hides other suprises too, if you put it upside down and give it a 360 degrees turn, it turns ito the translation of Madesmoille O, a story by vladimir Nabokov, translated by Thirlwell first to the English and then to French.<br />I'm not trying to scare you, the book is one of hte freshest I have ever seen, it reads like fiction, and as I always say, life is far more interesting than ficition itself. I love the introductory scene, for example, the description of a suitcase, and all the places it has travelled to. Or the story of the first and lost translation of Madam Bovary to the English, made by Flaubert himself and his French tutor, a woman that caused him some problems in stairs and dinners...<br />This is a novel inside of a novel, and the authors, are sometimes the characters too. Some of the people that inhabits his little atlas are Jorge Luis Borges, Flaubert, Sterne, Tolstoy, James Joyce, Jane Austen, William Hogarth, MIguel de Cervantes, Vladimir Nabokov, Madame Bovary, Alexander the Emperor, Alice in Worderland, Berlin, Kafka and other men and women, main characters, cities, cafes, <br />This is the story ot the untold stories, of the misteries unveiled, of the relationships and serendipities that formed what we know now as the literary world. The equivalent will be seeing the characters of a circus before they get out of the curtains, but not only that, knowing their parents, their trips, the things that moved them...<br />The books has a collection of photographs, and some of them, I have never seen before (as Nabokov sunbathing, for example)<br />This is a little delightful book, or as the author calls it "a description of a milky way, an aurora borealis"Carolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16615511318642580820noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22495534.post-16748243164228068202009-05-01T17:19:00.002+02:002009-05-01T17:22:22.157+02:00FRIENDS SWAP<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKbvYvm07Xdvt8zWp0YHxnWUgCeBfE6m-uTp0UvIZwip6YmD8wZKis6U9u0q6hl4uauEfi62FJk0Y4hnw9rzHtDe6exwq6LUny5G7IUMqu69u0ivNtTv4SLfsA-2jDHTZ_uq0/s1600-h/FRIENDS+SWAP.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 258px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKbvYvm07Xdvt8zWp0YHxnWUgCeBfE6m-uTp0UvIZwip6YmD8wZKis6U9u0q6hl4uauEfi62FJk0Y4hnw9rzHtDe6exwq6LUny5G7IUMqu69u0ivNtTv4SLfsA-2jDHTZ_uq0/s320/FRIENDS+SWAP.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330875734885068834" /></a><br />I'm so excited to start this Swap!!!!! My friend-swapper lives in a sunny place, and I'm going to learn all her favorite things!!!Carolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16615511318642580820noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22495534.post-2550162431593053272009-04-30T17:11:00.001+02:002009-05-01T17:19:49.216+02:00A new baby's blanket<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSuGlFhgvWzbLFPbaLVHp2abmhOVl1kUcKbpNODXtQz1tMBHSkDyGxHyvhPCWpnkde9KX62MYji52pEKIKYMFQ4v6xBbIskaD4ermdCfQMwJeVMHNPoa8tDJTGI2r0faQ65Ic/s1600-h/verde+y+rosa.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSuGlFhgvWzbLFPbaLVHp2abmhOVl1kUcKbpNODXtQz1tMBHSkDyGxHyvhPCWpnkde9KX62MYji52pEKIKYMFQ4v6xBbIskaD4ermdCfQMwJeVMHNPoa8tDJTGI2r0faQ65Ic/s320/verde+y+rosa.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330873790410518482" /></a><br />My friend Yoli is having a baby!!!! the girl will be with us in the summer, her name will be Jimena. I'm so happy for Yoli, she will be the best mom ever!!! As soon as I got the email with the image of Jimena in her belly, I started this project for her. I'm knitting pink and green squares (both of us love lively colors) and will join them in a quilt-like shape. On the other side, I'm planning on the cherries flannel print, so soft! I will make a bib too, with the flannel, the green fabric for a contrast pocket and the little pink pom-poms around to entertain little Jimena. <br />Yoli va a ser mama!!!! Jimena nacera en verano. Yoli va a ser la mejor mama del mundo, seguro. Tan pronto como recibi el email con la ecografia de Jimena en su pancita, empece a tejer este edredon para ella. Esta hecho de cuadritos rosa y verde que voy tejiendo por las noches, y por el otro lado pondre la tela de franela verde con cerezas. Voy a hacer un babero tambien con la misma tela los pompones. Seguro que se entretiene ientras come!Carolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16615511318642580820noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22495534.post-35299706536755467622009-04-09T04:26:00.002+02:002009-04-09T04:29:57.350+02:00Turn the page... Tuesday<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSi99qZ7Y5MF6Bxolo6ww0YHX9zrXhXdxcr1G8N7uO7ENush3keusefB0Zx4903LApi0U6P1TtZF3gnybRbcMkVopo8snKo8XtwDMQw0Y2o-_GmDeQrlEHxjLiUs6azQQJ0Cg/s1600-h/%7B8DDC6B11-5D29-4D21-8B8E-D842524612B5%7DImg100.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSi99qZ7Y5MF6Bxolo6ww0YHX9zrXhXdxcr1G8N7uO7ENush3keusefB0Zx4903LApi0U6P1TtZF3gnybRbcMkVopo8snKo8XtwDMQw0Y2o-_GmDeQrlEHxjLiUs6azQQJ0Cg/s320/%7B8DDC6B11-5D29-4D21-8B8E-D842524612B5%7DImg100.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322513260584903458" /></a><br />Long time ago, I started to keep journals about the books I read. The starting lines (the ones that always get me into further reading), quotes, characters, images... Later on, I started working for a magazine and a bookshop, so reading was an important part of my life. Nowadays, I still keep the journals, I still read. But sometimes, Life happens, at a speed that no device, no matter how modern, can record. That’s what has been happening in my week, and that’s why, I’m late for the Turn the Page... Tuesday. Sorry, I’m normally not like this, but there were so many things in these few days (several mountain lions, classes that ended, classes that started, a lesson on violets, a promise kept... among others) that I wasn’t able to post on Tuesday. Will you forgive me? There it goes, my belated contribution to our reading experiment.<br /><br />The Guernsey Library and Potato Peel Society<br />by, Mary Ann Shaffer and Annie Barrows. The Dial Press, New York, 2008. 274 pages.<br /><br />“Dear Sidney,<br />Susan Scott is a wonder. We sold over forty copies of the book, which was very pleasant, but much more thrilling from my standpoint was the food. Susan managed to procure ration coupons for icing sugar and real egg for the meringue.”<br /><br />This is how the book starts, and so does, the first letter. The Guernsey... is an epistolar book, composed only by letters, the common theme of all of them is a love for the written word. Some of the characters publish books, some write them, some are passionate readers. And we enter into their lives in the first person, in that intimate voice that is only tendered in a letter, in the lost art of writing a letter. We discover about love, about how to survive the war years and the years after the war with the maximum amount of joy available. We learn about lovers lost and lovers found, about a pig that shouldn’t be there and about the invention of the organic cake. All of it, with a delicious sense of humor. After having read one or two letters, you feel totally immersed in the times and lives of the characters, and all the surprises are yet to come. I loved this book, since the moment someone left it (intentionally, I hope) in my house, and I saw the stamps and the sea. It was calling me, the way only the books can call.Carolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16615511318642580820noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22495534.post-16956645919463596582009-04-01T08:34:00.000+02:002009-04-09T04:48:07.196+02:00I am inhabited by books<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs15AORwOxyZv_ypwQCAMZaR8hDgJUb5zoVqL0XLb8eIHAyYNu61bmAZT8XclH8d9d4bHD_0d6xWz3sNq57WDilFVdUHhtWhWOiZoovCK4i7hHQIzKYaPfCrPaghXVlDGM9JY/s1600-h/ttpage.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs15AORwOxyZv_ypwQCAMZaR8hDgJUb5zoVqL0XLb8eIHAyYNu61bmAZT8XclH8d9d4bHD_0d6xWz3sNq57WDilFVdUHhtWhWOiZoovCK4i7hHQIzKYaPfCrPaghXVlDGM9JY/s320/ttpage.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322514845267619314" /></a><br />I'm so excited to participate in this project... Read about it here: http://someofakind.blogspot.com/ ( I know, I know, it would be better if I rememberd how to put a link, but it's always the same, I managed to put one and by the time I need to put another one I already forgot how to do it. Just gime me some time, I will manage to get it again)Carolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16615511318642580820noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22495534.post-33901985352240078292008-02-27T20:34:00.003+01:002008-02-27T20:39:11.367+01:00Breakfast<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdNG-g8PIuqSVGscTbzu-wmlRPhDKFdFDno8Zp133qXcDzGZ5c8pHFhOY8LRE7MuKmV3CTO6oCmchua7GJ0JtvJQAFTq1zVqjkOdy-gJLyHYcRj3bK_XDGqrx3852ipBnUw7o/s1600-h/DSC03533.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdNG-g8PIuqSVGscTbzu-wmlRPhDKFdFDno8Zp133qXcDzGZ5c8pHFhOY8LRE7MuKmV3CTO6oCmchua7GJ0JtvJQAFTq1zVqjkOdy-gJLyHYcRj3bK_XDGqrx3852ipBnUw7o/s200/DSC03533.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171746388716623042" /></a><br />Esta foto es para Jen, de SimplyBreakfast, que se ha tomado una semana de vacaciones y necesita fotos de desayunos...<br />Tostada de tomate y jamon serrano, zumo de naranja navelina y te earl grey..<br />This photo is for Jen, she's taking a holiday and asked for breakfast photos... Toast with tomato and spanish jam navelina orange juice and earl grey tea.Carolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16615511318642580820noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22495534.post-59241444399228730202008-02-24T19:30:00.003+01:002008-02-24T19:36:47.782+01:00Sol, solito<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhw-1L-fhsuZgH4h9m8J4O__6K1WyviC7CKtil1be8mrRgSE_FT5lffhU0oi3jDgCh1NYraFrt6pbMo7cRJDFPSvf3Ra8N2LcxfBcuP_0fft2ZJ1UnoGdgW3xAmtMJAD7rKkIo/s1600-h/DSC03550.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhw-1L-fhsuZgH4h9m8J4O__6K1WyviC7CKtil1be8mrRgSE_FT5lffhU0oi3jDgCh1NYraFrt6pbMo7cRJDFPSvf3Ra8N2LcxfBcuP_0fft2ZJ1UnoGdgW3xAmtMJAD7rKkIo/s200/DSC03550.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170617121555420338" /></a><br />Ayer estaba yo tejiendo al sol, una lana de colores que me hacia sentir como si estuviera en la toscana o algo asi. Mi bufanda todavia no tiene foto, y es porque confieso que tengo una adiccion: nunca encuentro una bufanda demasiado larga, lo cual significa que puedo seguir tejiendo hasta el infinito, y un poquito mas alla, La vena de Penelope, supongo yo que sera. O sea, que en cuanto me rinda, claudique y cierre los puntos antes de que me lo piense dos veces y compre otro ovillo de lana, le hago una foto aunque sea panoramica o enrollada como una boa. Lo que tejo ahora, es una mantita para ver la tele, inspirada por todos los blogs que he estado leyendo, y esta lana multicolores me sirvio para cogerle el punto al punto.Carolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16615511318642580820noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22495534.post-21726446772169905862008-01-28T20:22:00.000+01:002008-01-28T20:45:50.114+01:00Al final...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif0oq_ZanwktfXZWDe6stN2H5yOHonm1eVNL6ZXt2mpdWo-LpSQsC19G9p-4Zv83-33zqn8xtnnJDrVlpcxRTilTkW_kho_FVMC0uU0xYV5VzzjqMg-PfDdHUDijY913ilioM/s1600-h/DSC03178.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif0oq_ZanwktfXZWDe6stN2H5yOHonm1eVNL6ZXt2mpdWo-LpSQsC19G9p-4Zv83-33zqn8xtnnJDrVlpcxRTilTkW_kho_FVMC0uU0xYV5VzzjqMg-PfDdHUDijY913ilioM/s200/DSC03178.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160610762762520274" /></a><br />En casa es dificil hacerle una foto a algo antes de que Luke se coma la mitad. Es sacarlo del horno, todo hirviendo, y ya le falta un trozo. No he conseguido nunca hacerle una foto al pan de platano, ni al pan de semillas... Hoy he hecho un pan mas mediterraneo, de aceitunas, y cuando ya lo tenia hecho lo he pintado por encima con aceite de oliva, sal marina y romero, justo antes de meterlo al horno. Estaba buenisimo. Ahora ya falta mucho mas trozo, mi madre lo ha visto y se ha lanzado sin cuchillo ni na...<br />Al final, parece que solo cocino, pero tambien estoy tejiendo, lo que pasa es que no tengo fotos. Ya casi estoy terminando mi bufanda, las botitas de Sandra van a ser blancas al final, y el gorro de Luke esta en proceso de diseno, ya tengo los colores, falta el como combinarlos... Tambien hay dos pequenos proyectos circulando por ahi, de esos que requieren poquito tiempo, a ver cuando se lo doy...Carolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16615511318642580820noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22495534.post-67289907698727645532007-12-05T20:30:00.000+01:002008-01-28T20:46:14.685+01:00Lo que comi hoy<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEzFLjTCDMQMiMox8RyzVtU86RlUDggUy6B6Myg0aSecyc35_2mICkyEBK1SRashj7G2cOZsuMbfzIx5TKBiiRIEM9Jgl18yiB5CO28Zsntj5xtHqkiWCV8Y3DF9fGzK1FVyw/s1600-h/DSC02484.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEzFLjTCDMQMiMox8RyzVtU86RlUDggUy6B6Myg0aSecyc35_2mICkyEBK1SRashj7G2cOZsuMbfzIx5TKBiiRIEM9Jgl18yiB5CO28Zsntj5xtHqkiWCV8Y3DF9fGzK1FVyw/s200/DSC02484.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140579212448851986" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglN6Q34Q0TpQ6Wx0THGIThM8eWdpXixAFs5TnGVemm6A00nAYDiOHDg_Tbow6vdcdWxYszNCMfS3R-YzTjOSxDKNvfp8gfQ7CKEmaopRExmYYNMvHzI9HHUqERC5wllDVkhPM/s1600-h/DSC02485.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglN6Q34Q0TpQ6Wx0THGIThM8eWdpXixAFs5TnGVemm6A00nAYDiOHDg_Tbow6vdcdWxYszNCMfS3R-YzTjOSxDKNvfp8gfQ7CKEmaopRExmYYNMvHzI9HHUqERC5wllDVkhPM/s200/DSC02485.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140579221038786594" /></a><br />La ultima vez que escribi la frase "lo que comi hoy" en el blog, era un vegetal rarisimo, con una pinta rarisima, con un nombre que no recuerdo. Era verde, de eso si que me acuerdo. Y mientras voy tejiendo, cosiendo mis regalitos de Navidad y otras fruslerias, hoy me he vuelto a poner el delantal y para comer he hecho esta ensalada de tomates con anchoas y una fideua, con surimi en vez de gambas (yo las llamo "gambas del estudiante" porque descubri este truco mientras estaba estudiando en la universidad, como comer bien con poco dinero) Pues ea, que como los proyectillos estan mas o nemos igual, me apetecia poner fotos culinarias.Carolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16615511318642580820noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22495534.post-89550062822030546072007-12-04T18:02:00.000+01:002008-01-28T20:46:36.014+01:00Corazon de navidad<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglMnSix3DLB13-Cqk-2QRvhFmNM9GlKvHOK86YtdGoOwlDn73bM_E45M2LwjVQi6LYuqts4vHkzGS67m7EwXLkW3qqskbu9UC2bBbpUKvE9SwH6Ec3TKo42IkvLghJ-reQKC0/s1600-h/DSC02482.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglMnSix3DLB13-Cqk-2QRvhFmNM9GlKvHOK86YtdGoOwlDn73bM_E45M2LwjVQi6LYuqts4vHkzGS67m7EwXLkW3qqskbu9UC2bBbpUKvE9SwH6Ec3TKo42IkvLghJ-reQKC0/s200/DSC02482.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140164735219886082" /></a><br /><br />Este es el prototipo de los adornos navidenos de este ano. La verdad es que me equivoque por donde empezar a coserlo y por donde cerrarlo, y ahora ya se que puntada emplear para que no se note el tramo final, que no puede hacerse del reves porque hay que rellenarlo. La idea es hacerlos con las telas de colores de abajo, y alqunos, si me animo, ponerles puntilla. <br />Igual los convierto en tarjeta tambien, porque esta ve me fallan las hojas de todos los inviernos, y parece que en los pueblos, las tarjetas viven una especie de segunda juventud o Shangrila, y no cambian con el tiempo.Carolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16615511318642580820noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22495534.post-28014292591238046092007-12-03T19:43:00.001+01:002007-12-03T19:55:01.992+01:00La bufanda de Karen<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHkJTs0Prw7VOL4JK0FQW6hEPUrUP8_bSJe6FGq5MJ_J_4d99-gWHYhJzMv7Jffuli13JuBCwod4MVc4-6GY-QnVlkBuZ9EaZI4EjuZc2tX6Jx1OCrxDpKoRjw5IYLl9hKIFk/s1600-r/DSC02480.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdAG60tLcQJbjlCGO37EXtsX4oYPOOtk5NDudbYt02Sw-PiC7-Dr7tOQQqYbBMD36juMB95KWWczBooiG5i09QvCCYCI5grEfAc3G7mbIbmemllmG8CXD2Jz1NPcsYs6gEZBw/s200/DSC02480.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139821794966202322" /></a><br />Bueno, la mitad. El color es mas violeta en el original, ocmbinado con gris oscuro y trozos brillantes. Al sol se veina mejor los colores, pero reflejaba mucho. Tuve algunos problemas perdiendo y recuperando puntos, como la lana es tan peludita, pues no sabia donde estaba el punto, ni la hebra, ni nada. Pero creo que voy bien, esta semana estara acabada y lista para enviar...Carolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16615511318642580820noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22495534.post-90012896866289813552007-12-02T19:55:00.000+01:002007-12-03T20:00:04.333+01:00telas de colores<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcYjUeERdArI6OjMyHQUkaRZjhshX_nAl6xqxSanEJ0XKM2w0gsV4Fc77oPW3nRBirlYYaLk-NM1LDT2_UtnBdTu7kmVj5p1wofcsQhBx1KINIYdwmXPM97lp74qFPfe7Z39Q/s1600-r/DSC02473.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJbbTfKEKTpRk1nSqXRDnFAZmYnC8Va72PCP7PtEOmr-69BL-csgcqxGjXaVaifCdSTh2l83nGE5zI2iaQR-O3iwcgeiSbRez9h_Y_Z8_IuOGt_izF5mSSNHujzWJTQDG39us/s200/DSC02473.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139823177945671650" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAbCvoLtbZLZKiZt34fDsFKO09B3khkTWacvRpi0y3Dz7jjpYg8xJcxyPqOSrq7cuDomF3waQBknfa6oFBkkD3u3QjpMFSjCHLG1o04gTnjnEnLvPiceOPToCyWTh0yxy1-ts/s1600-r/DSC02476.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQcdZbYGMxvxikHSbDRBEQTlk2KtFqzbJ_AjMURUEevHTr-J5USw1yW8f7xwgpnfljfirLcxMUmAu_EVpS9TbWACeDhgg_IswFgnbcskZpkXcKRrpD83ic0WKMKf4dnWVb5-Q/s200/DSC02476.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139823190830573554" /></a><br />Con todo esto tengo previsto hacer los adornos de navidad, que quiza acaben siendo tambien las tarjetas si no empiezo a tejer pronto. Lo curiosos es que todas son del mismo rango de colores, y eso que han sido compradas, regaladas o encontradas a lo largo de diferentes lugares y tiempos.Carolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16615511318642580820noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22495534.post-54053242837701761492007-11-28T20:27:00.000+01:002008-01-28T20:47:02.737+01:00El chal de Liz<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsbY0SYDRMFxGGZD_FYFHhhXUwFG1lg6OSLol7lFnehF5bkoZdv5_7HsKMpnQapR-DYAsyQYviAWkCXaiokAXzqvOI7kD5Wkh0N0Q-W6B5sj5jNcdbsUcW3Y-koRsOjrNmbi8/s1600-h/DSC02460.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsbY0SYDRMFxGGZD_FYFHhhXUwFG1lg6OSLol7lFnehF5bkoZdv5_7HsKMpnQapR-DYAsyQYviAWkCXaiokAXzqvOI7kD5Wkh0N0Q-W6B5sj5jNcdbsUcW3Y-koRsOjrNmbi8/s200/DSC02460.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137976039956513602" /></a><br />Ya lo he terminado. Esa lana, Katia Carnaval, es fantastica, cunde muchisimo. Y luego se estira a placer para darle cualquier forma. Ademas, cuando te la pones es calentita, cosa que me preocupaba bastante, porque esta destinada a los inviernos de Pennsylvania. Le he puesto un broche para cerrarla, creo que a la abuela de Luke le gustara el detalle. La bufanda de Karen, mi suegra, ya esta por la mitad, dentro de un par de dias ya podre poner una foto.Carolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16615511318642580820noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22495534.post-14499413131943200652007-11-28T20:15:00.001+01:002008-01-28T20:47:18.435+01:00Miercoles dulce<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEmn0nCMRwlTGDQSnCEJUb4C88ej4onHt7-f5LPYMEF1sN2SeaF31ymw91LPhkdoSsnTtIkSJesfHGJjV2ZGhvTvhqZNx4ch6BLnMniMmR4o8R3leOloQYg_NWKU07ydJc6Vc/s1600-h/DSC02466.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEmn0nCMRwlTGDQSnCEJUb4C88ej4onHt7-f5LPYMEF1sN2SeaF31ymw91LPhkdoSsnTtIkSJesfHGJjV2ZGhvTvhqZNx4ch6BLnMniMmR4o8R3leOloQYg_NWKU07ydJc6Vc/s200/DSC02466.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137973780803715858" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZQ00XhKTBsuq7DabkZcEgEHr6lFITsdhRNBrsahH8Rm5jOC1f8QGu1SZOgCrwg3gHwh1Wr30YHCnyPOSylmS2n4i41vZLjMGhsBnII2YnDpEr0AN3BezJM4AzlNWWjhD7YAo/s1600-h/DSC02470.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZQ00XhKTBsuq7DabkZcEgEHr6lFITsdhRNBrsahH8Rm5jOC1f8QGu1SZOgCrwg3gHwh1Wr30YHCnyPOSylmS2n4i41vZLjMGhsBnII2YnDpEr0AN3BezJM4AzlNWWjhD7YAo/s200/DSC02470.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137973806573519650" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNIQ2J3ilJnKltr6f5zJLKiUzQrRwSeByinLEbtY0PeJSPkv0SPAaygnRNJ6o_PeZF_VZPy0HceiX37CiqswltGydNqGMUP0dh4bnZIJGtuQAahet8sG1P0q4NPjyYVC7DuHc/s1600-h/DSC02472.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNIQ2J3ilJnKltr6f5zJLKiUzQrRwSeByinLEbtY0PeJSPkv0SPAaygnRNJ6o_PeZF_VZPy0HceiX37CiqswltGydNqGMUP0dh4bnZIJGtuQAahet8sG1P0q4NPjyYVC7DuHc/s200/DSC02472.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137973819458421554" /></a><br />Este miercoles me ha dado por cocinar. Para no desaprovechar el calor del horno, he hecho dos tartas de un tiron. La primera es una tarta de manzana. Me he pasado un poco al hacer la crema pastelera, aunque utilice la mitad de la cantidad indicada de leche y huevos (no tenia vainilla en casa) asi que ha habido un monton para rellenar. Y el toque final es la mermelada de melocoton, que se suponia que era solo para dar brillo, pero como venia con trozos grandes, al final ha sido una parte integrante de la tarta.<br />La segunda tarta ha sido un invento, no tenia ninguna receta pero me apetecia hacer algo similar. En un pueblo de las montanas, Jalon, hacen una tarta asi, pero son muy secretos y no le cuentan la receta a nadie, para tener la exclusividad. Asi que me la he inventado. La base es pasta quebrada, luego lleva calabaza y encima cholocate negro fundido. Esta es la que mas me ha gustado de las dos. He tenido que comerme un trozo antes de venir aqui a postear.<br />Le he dado a la vecina, y creo que mi madre ayudara bastante, asi no me sentire tan culpable por las calorias. Lo bueno es que he cambiado la receta a placer, y al inventarme la otra, he podido quitar algunos ingredientes. No he utilizado mantequilla, ni tampoco azucar (la calabaza a mi me parece suficientemente dulce tal cual) y el chocolate tiene un gran porcentaje de cacao, es de los mas sanos, lo cual hace que sean tartas bastante sanas. Luego he hecho las pepitas de calabaza con el calor restante al apagar el horno, esta vez, a la sal y al aceite de oliva le he anadido un toque de pimenton picante porque a Luke le encantan con sabores fuertes. Me Ha hecho sentir genial cocinar las tartas y me apetecia compartirlas con el mundo!Carolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16615511318642580820noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22495534.post-51981720574666601352007-11-27T08:50:00.000+01:002007-11-27T17:20:02.800+01:00Mi piel visibleMi marido y mi gato estan durmiendo en mi cama de soltera (la de 90). Estan monisimos, pero no tengo camara. Como dice Isabel Allende, la mejor foto es la que no se toma (La suma de los dias). <br />El asunto es que ellos estan durmiendo juntos, el gatito arropado encima de la colcha de color fucsia. Estoy esperando que se haga la hora de ir al medico y despertarlos a los dos, nos hemos levantado a las cinco y media esta manana, asi que lles dejo sonar un poco mas. <br />Mientras, he estado visitando mis blogs preferidos. Me gusta saltar de un blog a otro arpovechando los links que traen. En los links de <a href="http://maxiavida.blogspot.com/">Maxiavida</a> (Lo he conseguido, lo he conseguido, ya me sale el link) me he estado un buen rato. Y me he dado cuenta de varias cosas. <br />Una, que a veces hay gente por ahi con mis mismos gustos y aficiones, edad, intereres.... (a veces se me olvida esto, y me convierto en mas bicho raro que de costumbre)<br />Dos, que ando muy desconectada del mundo. Entre casarme,mudarme de aqui a Colorado, de Colorado aqui, y luego estar pensando donde sera el proximo aterrizaje, he dejado muchas coas abandonadas, publicar en el post asiduamente, escribir cartas largas a mis amigas... Resulta tambien que todas mia amigas viven en diferentes ciudades, en diferentes provincias, y a veces, en diferentes continentes, asi que quedar para tomar un te, charlar por los codos, comer un donut o tejer, hace tiempo que no lo hago.<br />Tambien estoy desconectada a nivel tejedora, no me enterado de todos los intercambios de cositas uqe se pueden hacer. Menos mal que colabore en la mantita de <a href="http://malglam.livejournal.com//">Malglam</a>. Espero enterarme de algun proximo evento.<br />Tres, que hoy, que es amrtes y empezo de madrugá, tuve tiempo de corretear entre las flores de las palabras ajenas, perseguir maquinas de nubes, conocer caracoles ajenos, observar peces de colores... Que lo echaba de menos, de mis tiempos de soltera, y que, a veces, me siento mas sola que de costumbre. Mi marido es un cielo, pero echo de menos las chicas, las charlas, el tiempo infinito...<br /><br />(Estoy ampliando mi lista de links, para que alguien que tropiece con mi blog pueda saltar de uno a otro y experimentar lo mismo que yo. Y continuo investigando en Blogger como poner el dichoso link, una vez creo que lo hice, pero no me acuerdo cuando, ni como, ni donde...) Respuesta al enigma: Me he visto todas mis entradas del blog desde que empece y resulta que la unica vez que funciono fue, en la primera entrada! A base de copiar, equivocarme dos veces, poner todo el texto en azul cursiva y no se que mas coss que me han pasado, por fin he anotado el idioma java ese que me permitira enviaros de un sitio a otro. Esto hay que celebrarlo!Carolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16615511318642580820noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22495534.post-86644287999342322182007-11-26T12:34:00.000+01:002007-11-27T17:16:35.285+01:00El tejido mas largo<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp3QBnobE3eDaewzKMVg9sJV992NILAziYgJWjL4P_-e8nlmTfl2JWXFuNk2Qk5E1M-sbnUWu8h6tXvorvP5Vnpb9e6g4MQV6GswcXbQtax4E6kqon8kOs0btvWF8kBPuSdyI/s1600-h/The+last+knit.png"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp3QBnobE3eDaewzKMVg9sJV992NILAziYgJWjL4P_-e8nlmTfl2JWXFuNk2Qk5E1M-sbnUWu8h6tXvorvP5Vnpb9e6g4MQV6GswcXbQtax4E6kqon8kOs0btvWF8kBPuSdyI/s200/The+last+knit.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137521945949209346" /></a><br />Debo de ser totalmente Muggle para esto de la tecnologia. Descubrir como poner un link me lleva varios dias, publicar fotos en Flickr con mi Mac me va a llevar varios meses, hasta hace un par de semanas no sabia que era Facebook, y ahora, hace una semana, descubro Youtube. Se que hay mas maravillas inexploradas por ahi fuera, pero en youtube encontre videos de gente que teje. El que mas me gusto, sin embargo, fue el de esta animacion de una tejedora. Se llama "The Last Knit", pero como no tiene palabras, esta en lenguaje universal. Disfrutad tejiendo!<br /> <br /> Para verlo: <a href="http://es.youtube.com/watch?v=M6ZjMWLqJvM">The Last Knit</a>Carolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16615511318642580820noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22495534.post-792906884396379772007-11-20T21:21:00.000+01:002007-11-19T21:29:11.648+01:00Cascabel<a href="http://blogger.com/_ILU8xDGa34U/R0Hx43YTgvI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/5b7gvZDA2Go/s1600-h/Imagen+4.png"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIxlqophLb9PqPvdyaEhFPa1YrVXvUVWmzCOz6gdk5g3xTZMhku7NzM0SBouqjByhigQuvl8UJczd03BgWDtW19XwkhqF-UsBHeIQNWp6BE03U5DskfvyTKHXVmkBhnBCwXA0/s200/Imagen+4.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134651009419936498" /></a><br />Esta entrada es para Cascabel, que se ha apuntado a un curso de patchwork y ahora va a aprender a hacer maravillas con el dedal. Resulta que, cada una en una lado del planeta, decidimos por nuestra cuenta aprender patchwork, quil, el arte originario americano por excelencia. Estoy a la espera de ver todo lo que aprende y de paso, a ver si me ensena un poquito. Muchos besos, me alegro de que estes feliz.Carolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16615511318642580820noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22495534.post-26411623449839566822007-11-19T20:43:00.000+01:002007-11-19T21:19:30.700+01:00Mi (otro) gorro rojo<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcqff0hD6EkFen5KISrNiL5qSaENxZIyYByIKRwDQiA9ItzWT4Tm1rlJFtQv-UrYlDV6RxPQzZ5KokU8hPsc5jSZ8Bxk27JhsQcQlGjQXfCc5yqN4CDcgUWJpqP_JcS-4Se_k/s1600-h/DSC02286.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcqff0hD6EkFen5KISrNiL5qSaENxZIyYByIKRwDQiA9ItzWT4Tm1rlJFtQv-UrYlDV6RxPQzZ5KokU8hPsc5jSZ8Bxk27JhsQcQlGjQXfCc5yqN4CDcgUWJpqP_JcS-4Se_k/s200/DSC02286.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134644833256964786" /></a><br />Este lo teji yo, con una lana supercalentita que me envió Lell desde Colorado. La verdad es que ya tenía muchos grandes, y quería que este quedara más ajustado.Carolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16615511318642580820noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22495534.post-83309414728014318962007-11-18T21:05:00.000+01:002007-11-19T21:10:17.009+01:00Bufanda<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaHhLEB6ilyRhENf8bTEJybYrcZ3Btj7pp_whCChGACpN1l3PLyDiGnMfpBpulmuV60Ts2hxuWGB5Yvu_yAEmoyic8J4rMnIjZzahrrWQm0yc5Be1KKeq0ppJqyvZQItOdFcM/s1600-h/DSC02280.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaHhLEB6ilyRhENf8bTEJybYrcZ3Btj7pp_whCChGACpN1l3PLyDiGnMfpBpulmuV60Ts2hxuWGB5Yvu_yAEmoyic8J4rMnIjZzahrrWQm0yc5Be1KKeq0ppJqyvZQItOdFcM/s200/DSC02280.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134646018667938498" /></a><br />Luke me pidio su bufanda de Navidad un poquito antes. Esta hecha con lana super dulce, da un gustito tocarla...!!! La verdad es que es muy calentita y no se la quita nunca.Carolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16615511318642580820noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22495534.post-10623210863135367322007-11-15T21:10:00.000+01:002007-11-19T21:13:29.067+01:00Nueva lana<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuTgVOWci-cB9Z-kTjB5oIFFOODamY3mbCEROjXa273pLNSwpTIKM0yYk8TtzK4-Q8VFgV61y3LyilMM1OLO2d4hSK2mk5SvlcONRPEco-6kmTt5jZj9KsXUfrZiQ-gqmeKnA/s1600-h/PIC02467.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:poiter; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuTgVOWci-cB9Z-kTjB5oIFFOODamY3mbCEROjXa273pLNSwpTIKM0yYk8TtzK4-Q8VFgV61y3LyilMM1OLO2d4hSK2mk5SvlcONRPEco-6kmTt5jZj9KsXUfrZiQ-gqmeKnA/s200/PIC02467.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134646903431201490" /></a><br />Esta lana es preciosa. Es de Katya y cuando la tocas deseas tejer una gran sabana y meterte debajo, tan, tan suave. En fin, que como me he enamorado de ella, he comprado varios colores, la amarilla para Luke, la violeta para Karen, la rosa fuerte para mi...Carolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16615511318642580820noreply@blogger.com0