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Archive for marzo 2008

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(Please ignore the cat’s hair – if you see it)

Finally!

I’m so proud of myself, I finished the top of my ensemble yesterday evening. It’s the first top I make myself… and my fourth project altogether!

I am pleased with the result although I’m still not convinced at how the sleeves should fit, they might be a bit too tight on the upper arm… I would need advise from an expert for this (oi Lucia 😉 ).k-011.jpg

I had to lighten the pictures so you could see the color of the fabric: a thin dark blue black cotton with green stripes.

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Je devrais commencer une sĂ©rie intitulĂ©e “j’aimerai ĂȘtre ailleurs” parce que ça m’arrive souvent, par vagues, et je ne pense pas que ça se soigne. On l’appelle aussi «la bougeotte » et rĂȘver que l’herbe est plus verte chez le voisin, mais je m’en fous un peu de la couleur de l’herbe, j’aimerai juste un peu plus de vĂ©gĂ©tation en vie, de l’autre cĂŽtĂ© de la fenĂȘtre, et de soleil.

Le manque de soleil me donne envie de ne rien faire ; je reviens du bureau en me disant : « Ah ouai y’a plein de trucs rigolos que je vais (enfin) raconter sur mon blog ! (parce que je rigole beaucoup, l’air de rien, je me demande souvent pourquoi je rigole en fait) », puis j’arrive Ă  la maison et j’enseigne un peu, et je reste des heures Ă  lire d’autres trucs (des blogs et d’autre machins) sur le net sans rien Ă©crire sur le mien.

Mes projets de couture n’avancent que dans mon imagination. J’ai donc achetĂ© plein de patrons pour ces futurs projets post-hivernaux. Sogra (belle-mĂšre) m’a demandĂ© de lui en apporter quelques uns pour quand on sera lĂ -bas. Les patrons sont mieux au Canada, mais le tissus bien moins cher au BrĂ©sil ! D’ailleurs on y va avec les valises vides Ă  l’aller, l’une dans l’autre comme les poupĂ©es russes. Elles reviendront de pleines d’habits et de tissus de contrebande 😉 Et bien sĂ»r je n’oublierai pas mon carnet de couture pour le remplir d’autant de conseils de l’experte que possible (ma sogra est vachement bonne en couture)… En tout cas, on se connaĂźt pas encore, mais on s’entend dĂ©jĂ  bien! 😛

Depuis qu’on a les billets d’avion (depuis des mois), je ne me suis achetĂ© aucun habit ! Chaque fois que je passe devant un magasin je me dis « cet argent je le dĂ©penserai pour quelque chose de mieux lĂ -bas ! ».
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This was going around at the office yesterday. The pet lovers among us were laughing our heart out! 🙂

Excerpts from a Dog’s Daily Diary:

8:00 am – Dog food! My favorite thing!
9:30 am – A car ride! My favorite thing!
9:40 am – A walk in the park! My favorite thing!
10:30 am – Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!
12:00 pm – Lunch! My favorite thing!
1:00 pm – Played in the yard! My favorite thing!
3:00 pm – Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!
5:00 pm – Milk bones! My favorite thing!
7:00 pm – Got to play ball! My favorite thing!
8:00 pm – Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!
11:00 pm – Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!

Excerpts from a Cat’s Daily Diary:

Day 683 of my captivity:

My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength. The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the floor.

Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates what I am capable of. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a “good little hunter” I am. The audacity! There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of “allergies.” I must learn what this means, and how to use it to my advantage.

Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow — but at the top of the stairs.

I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released – and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded!

The bird has got to be an informant. I observe him communicating with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe… for now…


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De todo un poco

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