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Holaaaa ! How are you? Start by telling the meeting "setting", or rather "coastal" we had on Tuesday with our patchwork group (in the process of consolidation ha ha): Gra , Estela , Elena and me.

As you know, not easy to meet with our jobs, kids, schedules ... but this time we did it! although we missed one of the four, Elena, who could not come ... What I can tell?? We chatted about nine hours straight! ha ha!! And also work well (photographic records are here) ... There were gifts, teas, goodies, as well as sun, pool and Santa Fe River ...

I follow my story with my attack, "Bag", here we call them Portacosméticos. The previous weekend was rain I made these. They are practical, cheerful and easy ... what do you think?

On Christmas, I tell them that we had very nice, with all the family, but the photos did not turn out too clear, so I chose it to Cami

and is on our "Santa Claus" of all ages ... We almost poor kitchen!

try taking off the rest of the family in the year-end celebration.

And finally, something nice that happened recently: my oldest son received his medal High School graduate and received his first degree in Computer. It seems incredible to see so great, the years flew by and this little boy who made my life once and for all, today is a man registered for the race of Psychology at University, another dream that begins in our family ...

Pictured with his sister Camille, the most known for being my "top model."

very little ago, I read the text on the children excited and I agree with you, Luis Pescetti, "Thanks for your care"

Thanks for all that I
gave but I will not be like you.
Thank you for your care, sandwiches,
the sleepless nights, the stories,
by White and the Seven Dwarfs,
by mountains and the stories.
Thanks for the beautiful adventure
for Christmas, thanks
cakes and wait on the edge of the pool,

thanks for the faith which would not have had without your faith
but understand and not take it as a betrayal
not want to be like you.
Thank you for doing so with a handkerchief.
Thanks for the people, the club, thanks for the rowing,
by the river, and your hand holding my hand. Thanks
even
for being there still.
And do not take it as a betrayal to try,
me away and I want
evaporate and it fits me
miss a backpack and not take me all the stray
,
to leave keys around or forget me
an appointment, each Therefore,
to feel that not enough as you
to be what I really want
(later turned out that was not enough to not be like you),
because I want to detach your tips that hit me like seaweed.
And if I try to get me your gestures, putting this way of looking at distance, thus
to comb, shape of my nose, your posture, whether for love or
hopeless way you learned to keep their feet and now I want rid

all around
of every detail and everything,
of each of your heritage and all,
not feel ungrateful, nor do I take care of my failure.
Thanks for having me and thanks for letting go
and thanks for tolerating me to take off, I pulled, remove all
me see if I see if I can see
to see what's left.

late 2010 Happy days! Besos! And thanks if you read this far!

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Girls: I loved the idea of \u200b\u200bour friend Espe .. . She said that this Christmas is going to take lots of pictures, now that he is still young !!!!!

So I propose to do the same, then share pictures of our Christmas ... Aver ... Who joins the idea??

Now I'm going because I'm cooking for Christmas Eve, we prontito, I have much to tell but duty calls!!

Merry Christmas to all! !!!!!!

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Hi! Thanks for the words of all my keyring as my tutorial!! I think they have been generous muuuuyyyy! Just back from the last meeting and New Year's Eve in the Garden and all were very happy with the small gift. I'm really exhausted, at the last meeting we institutional self-evaluation, and it is difficult because sometimes there are clashes or old grudges, differences among adult people stupid ... mediate is not easy. There are still several tasks to do before we can be definitely on vacation.

But hey, better talk about Christmas ... Nanny know that I called to tell him something about the summer holiday season, because he can not imagine! I tell them that Santa Fe does waaaay hot, and there are sooooo many moisture, which causes the heat feel even more.

Christmas should be celebrated light and fresh foods, ice cream and fruit but ... Not!! Maybe because we are a people shaped by European immigrants, we adhere to the traditions and though we die of heat eat pudding filled with dried fruits, candies, chocolates, pastries, pralines, as well as pig and those meals annoying (I do not eat Almost, because I do not like) ... A Father Christmas dressed in a suit as winter, and in the trees (not now but when I was growing up yeah) we put "snow" (artificial, of course ...) There are no shortage of reindeer, although we have not seen one in all life ha ha!

Looking through my photos, I found one of my childhood Christmases.
The photo I have 5 years and really wanted to be high (still did not know what would be at 1.58 je jee) The baby is my little baby cousin and my sister Silvia. How old !!!!!

These other photos are some of my kids Christmas. Look Camila nervous expression, a mixture of excitement, fear and joy ...

These pictures are in the same place where they got the photo that I'm tiny: the corner from Granny's house where they would assemble the tree ... Was a party to assist in this task!

see, the years passed and our official Santa remained the same ... My brother Michael, who is still dressing up because we still have to Benjamin, my nephew, 4 years ...

Now the years passed, I no longer feel the same enthusiasm as a child. It hurts so much the world, the reality of great social and cultural differences are deepening ... It hurts to see what is happening in my country, where a lot of people are excluded and no hope. It pains me that the obscene marketing makes the Christmas party, forgetting the true meaning of it, and giving back to the blessed Child born in Bethlehem.

found long ago in a book of Pablo Gentili, an Argentine educator who lives and works in Brazil, whom I admire a lot and read a text about Christmas which is excellent and I want to share with those who have wanted to read it.

Hopefully we can all of us "inside" look a little around us and, instead of numbing our awareness to the charity, we can work to change things and help build a world with room for many more can live with dignity ...

Buenos Aires, 24 December. They are half past nine at night. The city is the tension of the minutes prior to the Christmas meeting. Almost all are in a hurry. Many have packages wrapped in beautiful colored paper. Two couples compete for the only free taxi is still circulating in the Recoleta, one of the most exclusive neighborhoods in the city. In the corner of Juncal and Suipacha streets, the Church of Socorro is absolutely full. There, the Christmas mass attracts hundreds of faithful, many of whom belong to distinguished families of the Buenos Aires society. They wear fine clothes and fine jewelry look. The usual, but that night the colors seem brighter. Inside and outside the church have formed two long lines. A slow and orderly moves down the aisle. The flowers, songs, candles and the impressiveness of the altar are more moving forward to receive communion. From the outside, another row, less organized but no less numerous, still remains on the right side of the church. Women and men are nearly all ages. Many weight children, almost all bags and packages, but not great color packs. None brings gifts. Line up and expect the same respect with which the communicants waiting their turn to receive the body of Christ. Unlike these, do not sing. His clothes look worn, torn, dirty and have no rings, earrings or necklace lights. They are poor and, although there are many more that day, his presence has been winnowed family in the exclusive Recoleta. The few who occasionally say something claiming that this time, the news has circulated a lot of speed. Some say they traveled more than three hours to get there. Others complain. Always say that time appears bunch of opportunists. The Mass ends. The inside out. Outsiders expect. Within minutes, everyone will have their Christmas dinner.

Love to all, I want to live happy days of Christmas preparations, giving thanks and surrounded by love!! Besos!!

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By popular demand (no, lie ...). At the request of myself and my vocation as a teacher, as well as the desire I have to work even in very minimum that will be useful for someone ... is that I present the first tutorial the "Master Plum." Those who do not know what I tell them is "not known to her and wants to teach in school." That is, ME!

I And speaking of, do we each keyring "Yo yo"?

Looking for ideas for small gifts at the end of the year, appeared a keyring that my friend sent me Gra

From there, I began to search the web and I found these

and others who inspired me ... So I looked for materials and did these keyring that I teach today. I find a nice gift idea. especially when you have to do a lot! Allowed all sorts of variations and are very cute.

Well, I stopped talking, because I'm late to class:

1) Materials: fabric colors, argollitas for keys, cords, ribbons, lace ... buttons, sewing thread and yarn (polyester are more resistant)

2) Cut circles of 12 cm. diameter with the help of a muffin (I used the lid of a pot)

3) Pass a hemmed by a fold around the circle. Leave the end thread to start pulling both ends and evenly distribute the gathers.

4) Put a bit of fleece to fill and make it more "fat" (this is optional)

5) Close it and give several stitches to secure. Distribute gathers round and give the yo yo.

6) Sew the other side of the tape or string (9 cm) with the last argollita. Ensure good.

7) Sew the buttons on both sides, finishing off the line taut.

always worked double thread. Do not forget that a ring is something that is widely used, and it would be good to drop the button or you leave the tape! For this reason also completed it, so that the use not too skinny.

8) finished keyring ...

And now ... Dressing up of Santa Claus and leave a gift!!

I hope someone will serve this humble contribution to this world of both receipt. If so, I like what I have or see a keyring!

Besos!!

ATTENTION! I forgot to tell that are sewn together yo yo DOS for each key chain!! Sorry students!! ja ja Besos

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I thank!!

Hello! I make an entry so you do not think I'm dead! although I'm not literally "On the Town"! Yes, I'm studying hard to pay the Sociology of Education, and Saturday 4 me take the exam. I was muuuuyyyy well and, although I had no time to tell and ask your good vibes, like I carry with me, because I got a 10!! that fills me with joy, although further study whenever I realize how many things I do not know ... But yes, life is a continuous learning so that we continue learning!!

between readings, notes and so on, I was working on two new blocks of the Quilt "Give Thanks", as you know my friend Vero finished it recently and it was so cute that I gave a shot in the arm To be continued ... How good cheer among all right?

Block flowers ... Forbidden to look at pictures of patchwork too demanding ...

block And family and friends ...

Thanks for the flowers, the family and friends!!

I am also going through a bout of "reading outrageous" ... Is that the book I read in previous weeks, "The Country Under My Skin" by Gioconda Belli FASCINATING me!! This is an autobiography of the Nicaraguan which is the author of the poem that I put in my previous post. Tells us from their perspective and from the power to summon the magic to his word, his life as a mother, wife, writer, Sandinista guerrilla ... A song to the collective dreams that touched my soul. I recommend it, and I read all his novels, besides its beautiful poems.

From "The country under my skin", a small beautiful beautiful little poem:

"Fill the crater of the bombs planted
And again And again
Because never sing
life is declared defeated "
(anonymous poem Vietnamese)

I'm reading "Agnes and Joy" by Almudena Grandes, and I have become Agnes, the daughter of a wealthy family Falange, who escapes from home to accompany the Red Army in a guerrilla action for the reconquest of Spain ...

I will tell you but ... Is great!

Who said life is one??? I live many, through my mad passion for the readings.

Besos! We "see" Quickly, I leave with a testimony of Juani my sleep a nap in the summer Santa Fe!