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Alors que je lisais le manuel de ma nouvelle machine à coudre (ouiii, je l’ai achetée!), la plage du CD est “tombée” sur cette chanson. Et tout à coup je n’étais plus assise dans mon salon, ici au Canada, mais en 1988 dans l’autobus qui ramenait ma classe de l’école primaire d’une journée à Sète, France.

Retour 20 ans en arrière, le temps d’une chanson.

Si c’est vrai qu’il y a des gens qui s’aiment
Si les enfants sont tous les mêmes
Alors il faudra leur dire
C’est comme des parfums qu’on respire
Juste un regard
Facile à faire
Un peu plus d’amour que d’ordinaire

Puisqu’on vit dans la même lumière
Même s’il y a des couleurs qu’ils préfèrent
Nous on voudrait leur dire
C’est comme des parfums qu’on respire
Juste un regard
Facile à faire
Un peu plus d’amour que d’ordinaire

Juste un peu plus d’amour encore
Pour moins de larmes
Pour moins de vide
Pour moins d’hiver
Puisqu’on vit dans les creux d’un rêve
Avant que leurs mains ne touchent nos lèvres
Nous on voudrait leur dire
Les mots qu’on reçoit
C’est comme des parfums qu’on respire
Il faudra leur dire
Facile à faire
Un peu plus d’amour que d’ordinaire

Si c’est vrai qu’il y a des gens qui s’aiment
Si les enfants sont tous les mêmes
Alors… il faudra leur dire
Les mots qu’on reçoit
C’est comme des parfums qu’on respire
Il faudra leur dire
Facile à faire

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I am presently looking for a good quality, modern sewing machine.

I still love my historical Singer Featherweight, which still works perfectly fine, but I’m at the point now when I’d like to be able to do more than a straight stitch! I’d like to go backward, zig-zag, buttonhole… and eventually have a few decorative stitches!

Now, I didn’t know at first where to look… My mum always had a Singer and my Featherweight is Singer too, so I thought that it should be a good brand. But after some research online, I’ve read a lot of nightmare reviews about new machines that would jam at the first try. I was kind of sad (and scared to buy anything new) because I liked the design of the Singer Inspiration.

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Pretty.

Well, of course, I know that prettiness doesn’t count! It has to work like a breeze! AND not for a day or two, for at least 20 or 30 years! Ha ha HAAA! Let me laugh. Look at the price!!!
Holy Guacamole!

I was thinking to get one around 100 bucks, not 1000… I almost chocked; for $100 you can get only the old battered ones or the newest cheaper ones entirely made of Chinese plastic that will brake if I sneeze too loud.

So, I will have to put more money in it than I thought (but pleeease, let it be less than 500!). I also learned during my extensive little research that there are other renowned brand names than Singer and Brother! Apparently Bernina (Swiss) and Pfaff (German) are very good machines.

I have been looking more specifically at the Pfaff brand since there is a dealer in town. I think it’s good to buy a machine from a store close by, so if I have a problem with the machine it’s easier to go repair or replace it…

I’m hesitating between the Select line or the Hobby line (there is a very good review about the 1142 there). It will all depend on the price (how come they don’t put it online?).

The second time we went to São Paulo, it was a family trip. We all jammed ourself in the car, very early in the morning, to head to the city. This way I got the chance to experiment the terrible traffic that I heard so much about, the never ending traffic jams, the stress of the conductor (my deepest respects for my father-in-law), etc…

My super-mother-in-law wanted to buy shoes in her favorite shoe store (the one where the models go, because since they are so tall, they proportionally have big feet, like my MIL). So, we were there at the opening of the store to avoid the crowd. Once more, this was a very good idea; a couple of hours later it was so crowded that we could barely walk around anymore! Anyway, we left her there in her shoes paradise! (I would have loved to buy more shoes, but I was kinda stretching the budget already…) 😉

The men and I walked through the streets of the surrounding very nice neighborhood in direction of the Ibirapuera park, sort of the Central Park of São Paulo. On our way there, the apartment building were gorgeous (and their price probably too), maybe not so much because of the buildings themselves, but because the vegetation in front and on the balcony was as always fascinating. I was walking my head watching around and up, not looking were my feet were going, and of course twitching my ankle a couple of times in the process. 😆

“I wouldn’t say no if we had to live here”, I said to D. “I wouldn’t mind either”, he answered (dreaming doesn’t hurt anyone). 🙂

I thought I was walking in the enchanted forest, but in the park it got even better.

O bosque da leitura (the reading woods)

As per D, it used to be dangerous to venture there alone, but that day we could see many joggers and families with children… as well as the presence of the police everywhere. I didn’t feel the insecurity that I had heard about. Hopefully it part of the past or maybe it depends at which time of the day you go there (comparably I suppose it’s not a good idea to stroll around central park in NYC alone at night either) 🙄

Yes it was hot and humid.

I love these trees with roots hanging out of the branches. Funny how sometimes the roots find a branch below and blend into another branch/root.

After some more walking and awing at our surroundings, we picked up Lucia and her five (!) new pairs of shoes, packed ourselves in the car again, and had a walk around another park, parque da indenpendência, around the palace of the Emperor, now museum Paulista (aka do Ipiranga).


De todo un poco

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