not return to tell you about my fantastic Saturday that just passed in Bassano del Grappa.
The occasion was the annual event in which a group of bloggatrici ricamerecci the gears well oiled, admirers dell'infaticabile author Renato Parolin, converge from various parts of Italy, for the sole purpose of invading with all the exuberance they are capable of (I assure you: is very much ...), the accoglientissimo shop masochistic guest: the fantastic Miki, course. I wonder what the push to open the doors at least twice a year to let the deafening storm of chatter and laughter, kisses, hugs, and embroidery made in the course, packages and bags full of loose threads that we carry with us .. . moh.
Back to us: Saturday morning I wake up, shackled by a lethal combination of headache + neck, which forced me to warn my fellow snacks for my delay on the roadmap.
course ingurgito promptly to put in a kennel pasticcone the agony, and I start running, however: never to lose the chance to attend such a gathering!
the course of an hour and a half trip turns into a nightmare, and I have to stop the car at least twice not to turn into Linda Blair Exorcist ... but at last we come to the appointment without a shot being fired, where the warmth of my friends turned out to be the best cure for my suffering.
You know the atmosphere that reigns in the house of Chicken Run (Chicken Run)? here ... Put a dozen of little stunt of desperate housewifes (ehm. here ... .. I say that stand-alone two actresses at the same time ... modestly, I!), who are passionate about embroidery, who have the joy of meeting a couple of times a year in person, fans of paroliniani patterns in the presence of the author in person ... and you will see feathers flying everywhere so much so the squawking! ehehehhehe, I'm sure my friends do not be offended by the comparison: you know that all my wishes to be an affectionate irony, not a joke to anybody, please!
Here, if you like the photo "official", I refer you to the blog of Pam , the first that comes to mind to have posted the photo (but I'm always peccchèee davantiiii?? Me by Half fill one photo and you are happy here !!!), nonmipiaccioooo version of allegorical Ciapa.
Bon finished the ritual of kissing, and loosened the grip of a vice that I circumcise the skull, we move to the restaurant reached by maritozzi in the meantime had gone elsewhere to make common cause - and do not believe that you have fun without us eh! the first few times we were accompanied by just because everyone has their cross to bear, and they are self-proclaimed "sOpporters clan, but now they are asking us when will the next round, maybe go to see the lap dance where she performed" gum lady "... moh - and take place. Here, too, of course, we do note type Huns, as to our chatter must be added the big kids jokes, not to mention those eyes on to our table in the usual ritual of exchanging packets and paccotti: practically the airspace above the plates for about ten minutes is all a flutter of ribbons lucciccanti, Small bags rustling papers and bright! eheheh ...
back to the shop clan sOpporters vanishes again, and we reached by the Venerable Master Shifu ... ah no, that was another movie ... ours is the Venerable Master Parolin (now VMP)! Another round of svenevolezze, another round of laughter, and I believe that the VMP has returned home exhausted from the effort to keep us all at bay, but the bottom seems to have really enjoyed this time in our company.
obviously did not miss shopping: useless groped to enter the shop with Miki in his pocket to avoid the pitfalls of letting go and buy immoderate ... his impeccable taste has meant that this place is full of wonders that you can not resist.
The most stoic among us who braved the cold, headache (now cornered, but not a ko), kilometers of return and the chronic fatigue to get a room in which to entertain you with a sinful hot chocolate first, and a restaurant where dinner and then enjoy gorgeous. That is, if not what I said to my friends: if the weather is one of our most precious treasures - as I believe - to invest so much as we did Saturday can only make me feel very much rich first.
Calato which was the curtain on this glittering theater, we can do is go home. All the while humming the opening theme and closing of the Clan of sOpporters:
"The March of Parolin"
(to be sung on the well-known tune of the "march of Mickey Mouse")
who always embroider the great and the little ones now have all the
san
only Parolin
him with the cross-stitch embroidery and ricamin
he is with us, we live with him
Parolin
Parolin .... (Yee yeee)
Parolin .... (Yee yee)
alive Parolin
