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Who is the tree or bench? And who the grass or the bushes? If it were not for the jeans I think someone would sit quietly on me ...

Given that, a coincidence, I dressed in the colors of Giotto Park: from shoes to scarves (h also did the rhyme).
Now to coat. I bought during these holidays, but it was better not to buy anything. Not because I do not like, indeed, I love the camouflage. The problem is timely when I asked: "Cool, but where did you buy it?" Answer: "From Stefan" Here (again): "Stefanel?" "Nooooooo STEFAN SENNA 'I would have said STEFANEL!"
Stefan is a great storehouse of Arezzo, a large bazaar where you find the soap with rubber shoes (and I do not speak of soil), in short, is the classic "troiaio," but where Charlotte and I always find something good, obviously ridiculous prices. Not by chance that I pulled out my purse pink € 19.90 matelassè well. And the cashier with the super-decorated nails and blond streaked black (classic), I have as well as the crutch. Stefan rulez, girls.
absolutely do not remember where he bought a white hat. Doubt is always the same: H & M or Zara? The fact is that I realized after going a lap so I had a little laugh to hard military jacket with the German flag and cap as a kind of kindergarten children, Minnie.
(About girls, Giotto Park I came across a girl who recited this chant: "You know that the poppies are four feet high, deficient males, females intelligent ...". I think I bent in two.)
But yes, we continue the crusade to make people laugh, VA. Tomorrow I put on my red coat and fuchsia skirt.

I wear: Hat H & M or Zara

LP Jeans Jeans coat

Stefan

scarf made by her mother

Shoes Zara

Glasses Playboy

Canon Zr60 Mini Dv Digital Camcorder

CHRISTMAS APPONTE "

I have to admit that it is Cirillo was hard to manage (grandfather) who was all the morning to turn the gifts of others, (it was not even a truffle dog) with the aim to unpack them soon. But a little screaming dell'Anito were sufficient enough to appease him until the end of lunch, when you arrive at "X", has seen fit to go in his cot and leave her gifts placed under the tree very well packed. It will be offended?

I must also say that it was difficult to manage the sniper grandmother, convinced it was Easter, claimed to the four winds sandwiches Pasqualini.

But in the end, the meat tasteless (they say, I do not eat) and it looked like a pizza pie Egypt (flavors may vary depending on the cook), Christmas dinner was excellent.

This year later, at least for me, Santa Claus has split badly, since I just got a Canon 550D, by which I make movies at night. There is no minute of the day when I take a trip (I miss the girl of Trainspotting). Perhaps

I am the 'little man has made some mental trip, as a force to come up with plans to open the presents was almost asleep on the dinner plate in half. Not to mention that my grandmother asked me something like 38 times "When you come back?" and I said, "But I'm here grandma, no I'm leaving now." If we then want to put even my mother which has the grit that seems na frenzied 23 hours and 58 minutes a day (my father has run now resigned), mini and my aunt Anna, who fell in love with a plastic cup of ' Esselunga, took it home, the conclusion is that we are a family of lunatics.

The logical consequence is that I'm coming off that way. "So in the sense that to make the gift to I thought to do my decoupage with a newspaper on a wood frame. So far so good. Too bad that after the swearing in Aramaic Vinavil because I do not know why it did not attack a bat, I opted for the Attack. Apart from the polpstrelli myself stuck with each other and try to come unstuck with the pumice stone, I discovered that the decupoage can also be done with the Attack (ok, apart from the holes in the sheets of paper when you put too much there) .

Now excuse me but I go to a family trip (with photos).

Ah, if you're wondering what the word means "Apponte" of the title, it means, in the jargon of his grandfather Cyril "Buriano Bridge" or the country of their grandparents. Scusatelo, but he has an airtight: shortens everything.

Father Maurizio

The Clara

Martina and mother Anita

La Martina

The

My grandfather Cecchina

My gift to my with my poor cat

enamel Pupa (courtesy by Elly)

Aunt Anna-pocket

I wear: jacket vintage dress Zara

socks Calzedonia

Zara shoes

England Rugby Players List

Ready for the insult!

I practically lost a plane to buy these slippers. Then when I got in the plane began on the film-strip matching jeans ...

If I put the baggy jeans jacket I have a close match, but if I wear a skirt like that of Louis Vuitton collection of A / I, a little etiquette, then we are fine woolen socks and a nice big sweater heavy wool. But if I go for the skinny coils, via the mesh over. Smooth own.

With slippers on your feet, of course. Yes, because for me, the browns of UGG slippers would be of the shoes to go outside. Mica I'm thinking to matches to stay in the house (since my home has put tens of fuchsia pants and socks with the rubber down and just so no-slippers-).

My first day I leave the house in slippers and the concierge (of course, his beat) me. "Lucia, but the shoes where did you leave?" Little phrase from the movie. Do not I liked.

Dodge on my scooter red (in slippers, which are still so cool to me) and arrive at Solari Park, where I do interviews with old men for a channel of Lombardy.

I do not no shit. Was it because the slippers? An old but

with the hat-shaped tomatoes (with a stalk), when do I leave, I continued: "Miss, where he bought those flip-flops, in my opinion keep hot. You see, these are all spoiled now." I said, 'Madam, I took in Barcelona "She said,' Ah, well, out of Italy are always the most beautiful things" and laughs. The lady had taste (or maybe I was just taking the piss).

I go to the office and half the office laughs. "Queen, but you come like that or you have a change of shoes behind?"

Heck no! I came in that I chose to put slippers as shoes! What's wrong?

the evening unless I go to the gym and says, 'but è uno scherzo?" E ride.

No, che non è uno scherzo!

Adesso la mia capa dice alle sue amiche che io sono una sua collaboratrice che va in giro in ciabatte. 

Presumo ridano sempre tutti. 

Ecco la mia collega che mi immortala in momenti di chiacchera vivace

 Ciabatte o scarpe? 

String Of Jelly In Cervial Mucus

WATERCOLOR EFFECT IS MY DRUG

Mai provare l'effetto acquarello su Photoshop. Potrebbe creare dipendenza.

Especially if you begin to stock up on magazines as geeks or Photo Digital Photo Professional, where you are not going to see 50 of 52 pages (including index) because they are places of research and technical terms that you can not know. Yet you insist on buying magazines magazines in the short term forecasting of the arrival of your creature, the Reflex.

Coming to the point, a few pages of these magazines are devoted to Photoshop. And they are the only ones that understand. But the simple fact that the latest edition of one of these newspapers explaining the use of filters, which is fool-proof (that's why I knew right away).

Since I was all 'what Esselunga in the chest, in front of a North African and behind two Chinese I came to the navel, not knowing what to do I gave an eye to the "Kitchen" magazine that I had to hand. I was struck by a newspaper "Wine and Cuisine" or something like that, whose cover was the face of Antonella Clerici all blurred, or rather ...." watercolor.

Imagine my delight to discover in my infinite geek purchase the paragraph on "how to make the watercolor effect" for me now is called "effect Clerici.

Being successful in my business I am left in doubt: better color or black and white? When in doubt, for now, I feel both.

Meanwhile went on to study the "curve". Gonna be a geek. Nerd glasses and I have the straps there. What a sucker

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DALI 'IN DA HOUSE!

One who has an altar at home where you can sleep, that with a click of button some mysterious rooms, we were not even at a Madonna concert, and at press conferences ramblings from inside a huge cardboard box is in my top three genes (together with that of the inventor of Nutella and heels) ...

I was a little in doubt whether or not to go see the exhibition of Salvador Dali on December 8 (day which opened in Milan in cages), simply for fear of being overwhelmed by the continuous flow of humanity in search of the usual nauseating perfume or candles as gifts at Christmas (not to mention the cosmetic bag of baby). In the end I decided to risk it, and with me Marge.
omit the part of speech ambiguities in line to enter the Palazzo Reale in Milan in front of and behind the old men who did not want us to believe.
Now, if by chance you think that I write "Salvador Dali was a painter, sculptor, born in ... in ..." sconnettetvi well from this unhealthy idea, so I already have a competitor, or Wikipedia. And since it is much bigger than me giving up. Too bad this hateful
Viga rule that the exhibitions do not you can take pictures, not even without flash, ok, but ...
say that I first taken ill immediately, because the first room was almost dark! Very good. Fortunately, the organizers of the exhibition seguitogli have mercy on my semi-blindness and decided to give me some good and works pretty well lit.
Dali did not know very well, but now that I found was out like a balcony makes me catapult in the galaxy of my favorites. In a documentary
a journalist is to Dali: Dali where he stands in relation to its other artists? "He said," Certainly at the top, without a doubt. Dali is divine. "
Indeed he was right.
I did not know he had also made short films, and even there, of course, you do not understand anything, but there is imagination, irony, there is Dali.
not know he had worked with Disney, who was married to a certain Gala (as I like a lot) and was terrified of death. Well I did not know na bat! In
someone so funny is strange to see two souls live exactly the opposite: a very carefree, the other decidedly bleak.
recommend everyone go see this show, but strongly advised not to go as I went there myself, or with an umbrella, a fur hat, a scarf, a bulky coat and a mini camera, to keep in the hand opposite to that dove tieni la borsa. Una volta entrati dentro fa un caldo becco e scatta una problematica non da poco: dove mettere i chili di roba di cui ti sei "addobbata?
Infatti io dove li ho messi: sono quasi collassata dal caldo perchè ho tenuto il cappotto per quasi tutta la mostra. Una che volta che ho deciso di tenere in mano qualcosa, sono inciampata sulla sciarpa e ho fatto quasi volare la macchinetta fotografica (poco male).
Esco dalla mostra, apro l'ombrello: rotto.

and I Marghe sessions "on the lips"

The Christmas tree in Piazza Duomo

The Christmas tree at home Lucy

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This interview with Dali: