me share with you a special picture: I want to introduce my grandmother Huri, for me the "Nana" ... This woman seen here on August 5 met 83 years. She was like a second mom to me, I grew up very close to her and my grandfather Alfred, who were engaged in pamper, caress me, give me the taste. Perhaps because I came into their lives soon after having suffered the greatest pain, the loss of her youngest child aged 9, is that his relationship with me, most of his four grandchildren, was so special.
My "Nana" taught me to sew on that machine you see in the picture alongside, taught me to work neatly, to rip as many times as necessary to make it perfect. My Nana bought me magazines fabric and craft with which I began to dream of long ago patchwork ...
share But not only that: my grandmother was my companion Huri film and theater, the best pasta cook on Sundays, it was the solution to everything, my confidant of things I I did not dare to tell my mom ...
My Granny nursed her husband for ten years, and when he was seven years ago, I think she started to leave, his mind was becoming little by little each time more in the mind of a child, perhaps to forget the great pain for those who went through. (although also enjoyed a beautiful life). Fortunately, it is forgotten almost everything, has not forgotten who I am.
Lucky was having it, have your baby, and that luck is still have it now, challenge it when you eat sweet things in quantity (like me), to hold her and spoil her like she did me so many times. She wanted him to know, because it is one of "ours"!
Incidentally show them the photo I am with the blue jacket that I knit and I did not show, you see what I have on my jacket to work, because I came from the Garden that afternoon. The other "girl" the photo is my younger sister, Silvina.
Another thing I have to share is this text that I read in the blog As Maria Elena made me laugh and I really liked, I asked her permission to disseminate and me graciously granted. Thanks friend! So here I bring together for our enjoyment! Any resemblance to reality is purely coincidental NO! ha ha !!!!!
My wife, Quilter
patchwork learned the day Monday. He practiced the seams until they were well done.
Forgot to thaw the food for dinner, so we went to dinner at a restaurant. She quilted miniatures
on Tuesday. She says they are a "necessity."
These were really very beautiful, but she forgot about the housework.
On Wednesday, it was a sampler. She says sewing strips is great fun.
What you see with the naked eye! Oh, how horrible! But the clothes are not washed. He put together a lovely quilt
Thursday. Patchwork green, blue and red.
guess I was really focused, she never made the bed. He
wall panel on Friday, who loves color.
But she never noticed the crumbs on the floor.
I found a maid on Saturday! My week is complete.
My wife can sew quilts all the time. The house is nice.
Well, it's Sunday. I think I'm exhausted.
But what has happened: I cursed, I criticized, I cried the Maid has learned to sew patchwork!
Ja ja ja! I loved it! And look if the wife is given for some other "occurrence" as weaving, embroidery, reading compulsively, or study "History of education in Argentina "!!!! Imagine!
Love, thanks for reading, good week!! 
