• nadine's work

    Look at the pic I’ve got from Nadine’s latest blanket.

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    You often see zigzag patterns where the colors form distinct rows. Obvious, because every row or two rows you change yarn and color and mostly they are hooked with dc (fr=brides) one after one.

    Not often the dc’s are grouped in little blocks like we do with grannies. Nadine did it this way and I find it rather intriguing and more “psychedelic”. It’s almost like a pointillist painter!


    Look at the detail pic to see the pattern.


    Congratulations to Nadine J

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  • summer in the city


    The nature is getting mad. There are no strictly defined seasons anymore. Why do I say that?

    Because of this …


    My hellebore is blooming in the middle of the summer.

    Besides my pelargoniums in white and fuchsia, my yellow begonia, there is a cream-white hellebore sticking his little flowered head out of the green leaves!

    I hope it doesn’t send a message to thy sky asking for cold and snow …

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    Meanwhile my other flower pots are filled with lots of greens and colors and my little-glued-bottles filled with orange roses.



    And it’s a joy to take my breakfast or a cup of coffee (or anything else) sitting between such a color palette.


    have a nice day!!

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  • hyacinth season

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    Blue moon, you saw me standing alone
    Without a dream in my heart, without a love of my own
    Blue moon, you knew just what I was there for
    You heard me saying a prayer for someone I really could care for
    And then suddenly appeared before me, the only one my arms could ever hold
    I heard somebody whisper 'please adore me'
    But when I looked, that moon had turned to gold - ohohoh
    Blue moon, now I'm no longer alone
    Without a dream in my heart, without a love of my own.

    Without a love of my own

    Song from R. Rogers L. Hart


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    Pink is a softer less violent red. Pink is the sweet side of red. It is cotton candy and bubble gum and babies, especially little girls.  It represents sugar and spice and everything nice.  Most people still think of pink as a feminine, delicate color. Pink is romantic and charming.  You can use pink to convey playfulness (hot pink flamingoes) and tenderness (pastel pinks).  It's not surprising that when giving or receiving flowers pink blossoms are a favorite.

    In Japan, the color pink has a masculine association. The annual blooming of the cherry trees, with its pink blossoms, each spring (the Sakura) is said to represent the young Japanese warriors who fell in battle in the prime of life (the Samurai).

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