Finally
almost incessant rain, and very troublesome, in recent days has decided to give way to a happy sunny day ... and sweeps away the spirits by sloth greyness. With good humor
the first buds bloom in the garden, the garden begins to take shape, and the desire to return. If you itchy hands remained inert, almost moscitudine victims of Baudelaire, but lack the temerity to launch in Progettone titanic, here are a couple of fresh ideas and fast to satisfy fleeting creative ardor:
we go hardanger , to create poetic bookmarks, always helpful, never banal, and above all do not ever find one when you look, fit and finish for the pages the old shopping list, the paper of chocolates, a sock laundry or a slice of mortadella ...... And if you have a friend
relentless reader, and sometimes lend you books stained with grease, stop asking why and for how those smears, and reciprocated kindness giving it a couple of these:
Your paintbrushes look at you sadly dry the glass? your tubes of acrylic have grim expression that scares you every time you look at the closet? fear of "losing the hand" for the highlights? then do peace, and prepared a little tunnel to the hand 'of the templates for these labels to dimensions that will bring a touch of joy everywhere
I am confident that sooner or later someone come back to see me, otherwise ... anateeeeeeemaaaaaa .....
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