... shame on me, damn ...
Like every year I have bogged my personal pique of hand made Christmas gifts. For the whole family. Now about 3 or 4 years of shopping center do not see me more come and go, Ravana through the shelves looking for this or that little thought for her friend or her aunt. In short, I admit, I have contributed to the economic crisis. And if we are not turned around even my fault, I accept full responsibility. The trouble is that
valla you to unleash the imagination to try to satisfy ( Translate: not too upset ) all. Go to the grandchildren now in their twenties. Go for the seven-granddaughter. Go well as sister, mother, mother-in-law and aunt. This year I have successfully solved quite well for the cousins. Yet a couple of friends are okay.
Where is the problem? eheheh .... the problem is that everything is still on paper, or better, in my mind, and I have yet to translate into tangible reality.
the Bellino said, just thinking. Yes, but someone teaches me how to wrap and decorated with bows thinking?
And then there's another problem. The boys. Especially those under ten years. Mica put them away easily, eh! Last year went well: the great grandson happy I did it with a quilted liner in jeans pockets full of toys and brings color to a ring binder full of cards to cut and paste. Of course, complete with stickers and glitter glue, and when closed becomes a handy carrying case. To be honest it seems a patent worthy of NASA, in fact it is quite easy and fun to make. Most little ones are been accommodated with bibs proof pap spat. But this year I am sure, expect something much more pleasurable ... Last but not least
taken by the commitments that have kept me away from home often and for luuuuunghi afternoon I lost a lot of time, and what little I had left him dedicated to housework. Accomplice then my inherent procrastination (teeeeempooooo so there), I continued to browse and to design and cover all the patterns I have available, looking for inspiration. You know that awful feeling, when all you like but nothing will convince you? Here, something akin to writer's block in front of the blank page: a thousand ideas, and no "winner" to begin.
So that I find myself here, in front to my blog, to vent with you, think of how many things I still do, that day is waiting for me tomorrow to go and get me "that color of thread," "a piece of felt," the tube of color, " and thinking of the ice sheet in the night that irrevocably Glasser access ( uphill ed.) road from the yard of my house. And from the forlorn look at my car window that I had to let out of the garage because now reduced to a kind of cup cake: You know those muffins covered with a creamy froth of curls? here, the snow is just that.
Well, I have at least a dozen gifts to be prepared again, the closet full of clothes and just happened always miss what you need on the most beautiful you've decided what you sew .... I'm late ... I am late ....
... help me ... 
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