and another variant brown 
Both also refined and delicate in my opinion .. Have been embellished with a crocheted wire of the same hue ... Also 
Da parte di Silvietta 
part of my buddy Angela: 
part of Danyl : 
Then it is not over: 
This wonderful anime was aired in Italy in the distant 1991 and have since gone missing, a I see it for inscrutable mysteries as it is a true masterpiece by the great Rumiko Takahashi, who also wrote the best known is' almost magic Johnny (in the original Orange Road). Maison Ikkoku is made up of 96 episodes and tells the story (which takes place in full year 80) between the student Godai and Kyoko young widow, administrator of the Maison Ikkoku, un modesto alloggio che ospita oltre a Godai anche la pettegola Ichinose , lo schietto e dissacrante Yotsuya e la rossa Akemi . Altri personaggi ruotano intorno ai protagonisti tra i quali l’aitante maestro di tennis Mitaka , la nonnina di Godai e il suo migliore amico Sakamoto . Inutile dire che si tratta di una storia che mescola sapientemente romanticismo ed equivoci a non finire. In molte puntate si passa dal riso al pianto grazie anche ad un’atmosfera capace di far commuovere anche solo attraverso uno sguardo o un gesto. Come nella migliore tradizione nipponica, tutta la storia si sviluppa gradualmente finendo per avere progressi veramente importanti solo nelle ultime 10 puntate. Insomma chi cerca il bacio deve aspettare e aspettare perché la serie rispetta molto quelle che sono le tradizioni nipponiche in materia sentimentale, ossia un lunghissimo corteggiamento per arrivare ad un singolo bacio, preludio di una richiesta di matrimonio. A noi occidentali tutto questo appare come qualcosa di inconcepibile ma chi ama questo cartone sa che tutto è funzionale alla storia.
Un grosso difetto è da imputare al doppiaggio, perfetto per le prime 50 puntate o giù di lì e poi terribile in quella che è alla fin fine la parte più importante. I doppiatori cambiano e si fa estrema fatica ad accettare le nuove voci, spesso troppo caricaturali e inadatte ai vari personaggi. Oddio verso la fine ci si abitua but also would be better not to change voice actors. Another shortcoming in my view quite clear, is that not taken into account in any one of the central point (for me the most beautiful), an episode that led to understand that from then on things between Godai and Kyoko would begin to make itself more interesting. I mean the number 40. In reality, then it is as if nothing had happened and you are back to square one. Nevertheless, it is always a wonderful series totally snubbed by the national networks and major private networks, relegated to local channels where more often than episodes were skipped or changed schedules. There would be nothing to criticize even in an anime that is as I mentioned earlier triumph of traditionalism and customs at the level of family relationships. The only concession to the numerous feasts transgression are based on sake and beer, the evil trio of Ichinose, Achema and Yotsuya.
In a word, unmissable.
Rating: 9.5
Riuscirò in un annetto a finirlo e ad incorniciarlo?? Mah!!! 
few days ago I had the misfortune and displeasure to read a book called "We had a sky full of stars ... and a guiding star to mark the route, "a book of which I can only save the title. This book that looks like a mix of biography and ominous message of the Gospel, complete with a fierce critic of modern times, was made by a relative of mine. You may wonder what does all this with Christmas. Simply said: a few pages is devoted to the meaning of Christmas and the manger. The nativity scene that is staged every year in the house of my relatives is an amazing thing, something that to my child's eyes seemed almost of the Bethlehem 2000 years ago, nothing was missing from the fisherman, the laundry, going to the craftsmen and shepherds. Puddles of foil or perhaps even mirror shards, rocks, moss, the stars and finally the Holy Family with ox, ass and probably strategically placed and philological sense (I hope not political) right and left of the baby Jesus I watched this with a perfect crib or in place of the mouth. I looked at him and I could see what I had read the Gospel or who had written poems on those long Christmas we had to memorize in grade school. After 20 years, reading the book of my aunt, I realized that I was not really looking at the representation of the birth of Christ for kids, but the expression of the WORD and the saving BIRTH OF OUR LORD BORN TO SAVE OUR SOULS PAY THE ETERNAL FLAME. This vision has unsettled me, plus the fact that this relation is equivalent to that defined them as a compliment bigoted claims that Christmas should not be the manifestation of our superficiality of human beings, but instead should provide an opportunity to stay close to our relatives, confirming our love for them. This would be very fair if not in fact come from the pen (I dare not imagine a computer key, real instrument of damnation) of the same person who made a point to raise in many years just up the phone to wish my family or salute when you meet on the street, the same person as when I was younger it was on my grandparents' house on 25 morning with the air of a moral obligation rather than true affective interest. In his house there was a crib and there was the big tree Christmas but the only sound you heard was the Siamese cat's meow that claimed his kidney stew, not quite the happy laughter of children of 3 or more than that smile squeezed between the folds of the mouth. I'm sure that in that house, Christmas is observed every year but the spirit of Christmas is miles away from them.
In my house the other hand, Christmas is a word that expresses itself through a Christmas tree with balls placed at random and a crib that over the years has retained only the hut, baby Jesus, Mary, Joseph, the ox, the donkey and the Magi. The big box with all characters (donated to me and my sister my grandmother) has evaporated, and certainly ended up in a home where ever you may get the love that I put in my hands to take each character and put in place that seemed more just to be there without thinking about what they said the Holy Scriptures in this regard.
Christmas for me has always been a red candle burning on a table spread. Christmas Past, the good one, the one I saw already buzzing a month before the big day, to open the windows of the advent calendar and make me chocolate milk until the fateful 25. Christmas Chests Pandoro was put on the stove to dissolve the sugar, the glasses were di cristallo per lo spumante Gancia e i discorsi degli adulti che ci facevano sbadigliare ma che non riuscivano a spegnere del tutto quell’agitazione per le ore che ci dividevano dall’apertura dei regali. Erano giorni che si rincorrevano tra giochi di società, film di Natale e pomeriggi al cinema. Mi ricordo che tutto l’entusiasmo si spegneva con l’arrivo del 25 sera ma poi la giostra si riaccendeva in vista del Capodanno, un Capodanno ancora famigliare con mia sorella ancora lontana dalle feste in villetta con i compagni di scuola. Mi ricordo soprattutto l’ultimo Capodanno trascorso così, soprattutto perché l’anno successivo mia nonna è morta, mia sorella ha trascorso il 31 fuori casa e io ero ancora troppo piccola per poter pensare di festeggiarlo in un modo diverso che con i miei. Ma quell’ultimo capodanno c’eravamo ancora tutti e nelle foto mi guardo e penso a quanto fossi felice in quella felpa viola, che rido e ho una di quelle robe di capodanno che fanno scintille mentre bruciano. Tutto era molto semplice ma era anche perfettamente naturale, non ti dovevi sbattere per tenere viva la fiamma perché la fiamma era bella accesa e alta sopra la tua testa.
Per anni ho cercato di tenere vivo tutto ciò che era possibile: albero di Natale, cena della Vigilia, regali di Natale scelti con cura, film di Natale in tv, Jingle Bell Rock sull’mp3, giro per la città per vedere le decorazioni, mercatini di Natale in giro per l’Europa, eccetera eccetera..ma sapete che ho ottenuto? Frasi del tipo “l’albero di natale sta diventando una rottura perché non abbiamo più spazio”, “No mi dispiace il 24 sono a casa dei miei suoceri”, “Mi dici cosa vuoi per Natale perché non so cosa regalarti e non ho tempo per uscire”, “Non ho voglia di cucinare né di abbuffarmi”. E poi c’è l’immancabile sms di auguri di Natale da parte di quella che era ai tempi la mia zia prediletta, un asettico “Tanti auguri di Buon Natale a te e a tutta la famiglia”. La zia che mi ha fatto amare questa festa più di chiunque altro al mondo, quella che poi non ci ha messo molto to take the door and walk away when one forgets that perhaps did not have 14 years to understand why certain family dynamics.
For me it is difficult if not impossible to understand the motivations of the people on it would be enough only to Christmas when a bottle of wine, a cake and a smile to make this period more memorable. The bitter irony is that there are also those who by mere habit organize mega family meals and then spend all their time gossiping relatives missing, which makes me shudder more than the three of us veterans who had eaten there back in our rooms, at least not throw mud at anyone. It 's weird and ugly the fact of living in a reality that does not know the meaning of love and brotherhood, where all live in their areas more dangerous for those around him. For goodness sake I've never been the best of sociability, but I know the value of a gesture or a word and I never deprived the people I love everything that I could offer with the little I had and I have. They are more naive soul that simple, considering that I believe that there is always a good thing than what I have to see every day amid general indifference.
Christmas 2010. More and more like a cinepanettoni rather than a real party. Yes you know filmazzi that climate typical of those who speak only superficial stuff and use Christmas as an easy reference? Well, for me this Christmas. All sequins (few) and make-up unmade.
is in the foreground the two names embroidered in color .. 
And here's another hat, this time for a friend of my country! 
And then a match for little Elijah will come soon .. 
We hope it is pleasing to the future owner! 
Sometimes you make mistakes and see where there is not honesty. Too good or too gullible? Last year I had a good experience in Germany at the Christmas Markets, a journey decided almost last and unseen because I did not know the tour operator concerned. Having found good, unfortunately I decided to try your luck, this time for a trip to Brussels, also at Immaculate Conception. I state that this is an atypical travel agency that organizes trips Carbonia where there are contact points, which is the owner and his wife. From one point of view it comforting but when problems arise that are not resolved, then everything becomes unpleasant as ever. Think that the only negative note last year was the average age (well above the 50 springs)! This year, I really spoiled for choice.
1) Hotel: Bedford Hotel in Brussels. A 4 star worth perhaps half that. 70 years Furniture, stained carpet, stained sinks, sunken mattresses, blankets and heavy rough, tough soldiers, CRT TV that did not take even an Italian channel, a key card defective wireless exclusively on the ground floor and two poor internet stations (always occupied by service personnel), rude staff at reception (especially a young bitch sarcastic expression, while exposing our holy grievances), mostly frozen food.
2) Christmas Markets NOT RECEIVED . Know the start that there is no credible Christmas markets in Belgium, despite the enormous publicity that you can find online. It 's all for use and consumption of the few tourists. No Christmas atmosphere comparable to Germany or Austria. Stalls with international food and cheap stuff (apart from the oysters with champagne and waffles). Lighting ridiculous and shoot, general sadness and nothing to be worth visiting this country during the Christmas holidays.
3) Mancha of 10 € requested by the parent to travel virtually not yet begun. Tip for drivers, waiters and guides. Honestly, I'm used to choose for themselves how and whether give, I also expect that such requests are made when the trip is nearing conclusion and then when I had ample opportunity to establish (at least for the guide) if the service deserves extra generous. Given then that we were at least 40, you pull the money. In addition, the delivery of the money is not even taken place before our eyes, so for me it is not clear if the money is then arrived.
4) excessive cost of the trip. € 750 for 4 days not counting drinks and drives up costs all at almost € 1000. The price of a one-week cruise. All this, however, is presented as ultra convenient, so much to think about organizing a week con Costa Crociere con tutte le escursioni auto gestite. Ovviamente spacciato come economico rispetto all’organizzazione Costa, peccato che quest’ultima offra un ventaglio ampio di possibilità di escursioni per ogni singolo giorno e non ti costringa a scegliere la cena delle 19 o delle 21 per compattare un gruppo. E soprattutto eviti di chiederti 300 euro come supplemento singola (cabina interna).
5) Ristoranti da mani nei capelli . Si può onestamente pensare di prenotare a Bruxelles un ristorante chiamato La Capannina, con cucina italiana e personale musulmano? Sistemati in uno stretto corridoio in balìa delle correnti nordiche, con un piatto di pasta al sugo e un tiramisù (scadente). Another good choice to Babylos in Liege: waitress with long hair and unkempt (always an inch from the plate), attempt to cheat on the price of drinks (not clearly stated in any menu), secchiellino the dishwasher on the table to take your spoon .
6) Guide octogenarian with Parkinson's tremor, stingy and rude (with other people's money). This old Belgian, but really old, in 3 days we did only visit churches. The only museum, the Military History, for free, and the bathrooms. You can imagine the interest all the same for 800 swords and hats with plumes, to the alarm of every drop bombs 5 minuti e in definitiva per il meno interessante dei 100 musei presenti a Bruxelles. L’Agnello Mistico rimarrà sempre un mistero visto che era a pagamento e perciò non meritava uno sguardo neanche di sfuggita. Il vecchio inoltre parlava solo per i 4 o 5 che aveva vicino dimenticando la regola base della Brava Guida che impone di aspettare anche l’ultima delle pecorelle smarrite prima di dire Bha. Nonostante le tante rimostranze ha fatto solo spallucce e ha continuato a fottersene, con in tasca parte dei miei 10 euro. Anche in questo caso poco o nulla è stato fatto per risolvere la questione, che non spetta e mai deve spettare al cliente ma sempre e solo all’organizzatore.
In conclusione sono tornata a casa con il portafogli più leggero e l’umore più nero con la consolazione però di uno zaino rosso che non regalerei neppure al mio peggior nemico e con la promessa di 50 euro di sconto sul prossimo immaginario viaggio con un Tour Operator di cui per decenza e onestà intellettuale nasconderò il nome.        
and then the butterflies in different colors on linen red .. 
I enjoyed a lot to invent the doodles ..:) And I must say that also came quite a chore! Then I show you a couple of bibs made for charity or for the Christmas market ... 
Then I embroidered apron Graziano Brothers, linen blend. It 's a gift for a client who gave me a mega order with embroidery ... 
Here un'asciughino linen blend fabric made everything from mother Paola, made with the fabric by the meter, now exhausted, and embroidered by me of course .. I used to color different from the classic red fire .. The lilac is always delicate and fine .. 
It is not over yet! 
How about these achievements? 
