tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206198552024-03-07T10:59:44.860+03:00create a craftUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger117125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20619855.post-89613748652942115662010-03-02T13:07:00.001+02:002010-03-02T13:07:12.574+02:00weekend escape..<p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_FDp5XgBVh18/S4zw1sLl3pI/AAAAAAAAAiI/n-PFuq6WC9c/s1600-h/SDC10062%5B3%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="SDC10062" border="0" alt="SDC10062" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnJ2XJGyepRpjqMVF4RSqObIWHZu41OLk19D5hC6xAMmE0axplsDXeKX2X5WUuFMbN0cktFmoS3t2TM5jHySmWyOgHDp09LxnBBBoxW8wggL4H6HqajUQES4SRK-AGDsYzdS2Jow/?imgmax=800" width="260" height="206" /></a> </p> <p>when you feel as an old dusty stage decor.. in your own life..</p> <p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_FDp5XgBVh18/S4zw25IeKII/AAAAAAAAAiQ/BM-GacBaLVk/s1600-h/SDC10022%5B6%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="SDC10022" border="0" alt="SDC10022" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBqnfO0iO7OGF50VTSsEfGa04qAFBvHUdddS41KA5_dck-3QSSZ_FkErjgnURikQX4sKsPt6fNz103Hv5BRxZyjqPkM0O4WcWoLkkHDkpg74JDqh0I7PJq9_5Q0MZxq-DWIzuGdw/?imgmax=800" width="162" height="242" /></a> </p> <p>it’s the road that calls you..</p> <p><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_FDp5XgBVh18/S4zw4Cqep-I/AAAAAAAAAiY/wBucFUIBYEw/s1600-h/SDC10027%5B3%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="SDC10027" border="0" alt="SDC10027" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQJTeukHCAoWIiByRTMQUHZ23cDCOH_M5FPDgcJ6jHJiriAvo2kq2voStzMxxtFMdaNdq8FxTMJdd1u3Dtg5tkVoPUkL3g0_GEsWnV86qfVQQWNA27sZXDzv15FJotNzhEzsYbUQ/?imgmax=800" width="260" height="180" /></a> </p> <p>it’s the road that takes you away from your heart breaks..</p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiomTPPCSLB6HvWol1xhl8lePn2iAta7CxgQj1Zzq0kMpehCQQ5vCWXcSxZD9XzIIZdROOjW0XME3LgAai1h7IvLhRtsyVy3tKnv2eJXe2CJ3jSgNgZIrvR1vj5-a3yQNDui1dVxw/s1600-h/SDC10025%5B3%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="SDC10025" border="0" alt="SDC10025" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipmwkUTcKAvwzoyDmqnJmng_643RjrAHEPAdlq9Li2aqF0Usa0mDvOrDC3UrulJjIP5WV9qCT46UXjDTDrwunK-31gDiXULJGNzFgQ5kNQFvxTb7Ctylk85y8W1Jkuw4aL8NCXgg/?imgmax=800" width="180" height="260" /></a> </p> <p>taht shows you there is a spring.. a hope.. even though it doesn’t change the sadness to lifebursts ..at one..</p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9sJSYPwkMc3QPL_yiwvcsDA6LGdaRw1_F4wKIeAw-0kv3JQVjtBpI6CfQz_8Mn-ZWffgfgJhOJtfDlVzA4tZuW3gE079qyvTtWvg6dQjhi-IbqgGCSZw4QOLhtU2Q-Mq1UFLSxw/s1600-h/SDC10034%5B3%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="SDC10034" border="0" alt="SDC10034" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi8afsHaqwmkAeEipugt-Fs4JESDlmtMw9gO_dRV0-Dv_0EDZG5BF9orumWJEC3XWQGNtp_D879t2AV39aGQe7hrD-CUsuIcasaKeZu7EtdJusJN95xv2TE2EBCYl59KOq9kxCLg/?imgmax=800" width="260" height="180" /></a> </p> <p>that there are bright colours in the dusty greys.. </p> <p>colours that remind you of a gentel lady.. telling you moss green .. walnut moss freen.. lemon moss green.. are different and very precious shades.. and you feel warm inside.. and this wartmth increases when you share this memory with friends and they listen quietly and still you know they understand this is a very deep moment..</p> <p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_FDp5XgBVh18/S4zw8PoTxqI/AAAAAAAAAiw/VJdE8PlZwHk/s1600-h/SDC10043%5B3%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="SDC10043" border="0" alt="SDC10043" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj58geBysFYGhYUecuQ6C_0ALFY7LyBB4c12MPG5NQmgEV4WPSwVWUK58uH0wffX0Or1qQMu-KeCP7VW6QYtFvvmC-Pc-nxQ1mu-e_Eb7mb7Go5PQA_uNHgwj2l5fZoIYYNx3HbIA/?imgmax=800" width="180" height="260" /></a> </p> <p>it’s the road that takes you to places where broken and shabby doesn’t mean not-precious.. where you remember.. that light pours from within the cracks..</p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGCiJOjonNT7UC9jLgQef1_cPChpFkTK0K8LyBylCXbq6Z7QHMspmYG7mTr_Cq4Cb4mWJAC2-RkXp7v6UYOtt0S4Vqxmh53gWQBTd04cw4thYRKZdZS97r7ElrpLx7W9mrrrpJ0Q/s1600-h/SDC10045%5B3%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="SDC10045" border="0" alt="SDC10045" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGz4R2nagm9DqmA8JxEqQch8Gz7hxOImPNLJWB_OHFfgYXmXG5NGL8G6qFjD8e9cAtFdTCCi3eJ-TGEQs0f0PJ1VT-iVisXFtisAdifUh8nwQk2j7UJUfTb__ocy9qNSDnvo5Vtg/?imgmax=800" width="162" height="260" /></a> </p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p>that home is important.. to you if not to others..</p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnVdWDrFQBQMOCnZmYFoyyQQIH1jUltZ1chaT1IxBz8XPvftsJ7u_KsKuWirGiV6g3kmeVdxfA9v-BlVC9BgreXqRKn0eKOqrODTyOA9V33A0W01hNzuim2J7yn6-4j88kajGRUw/s1600-h/SDC10045b%5B3%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="SDC10045b" border="0" alt="SDC10045b" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5sVDUWYKPpNmMM1fdYP_N7B9kiLcKYIJeFsY-6bwdcesONU321mMIDkzXzn_QnsT9yUWgkeato9m4QrrBGe9PNgJcIa4_psKqJ3PdxlJnWlyxnBIlt0HftoN3Sswd1wKUsXynDQ/?imgmax=800" width="260" height="192" /></a> </p> <p>that sometimes strangers may be friendly and caring.. while beloved people may break you in pieces..</p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbiVhQTAjtkrn4jxmucDfMSY1v1KlFpTj73Iy-ooydTL4BWbuvScP7Gb_cGzIgx-CfVxPRGQOKRUGQ7SV80pf_s6rcogK4ZCVvO95MwT2J3qzpKMey3SeH1SiAT9h0DEVmr7vLCw/s1600-h/SDC10050a%5B3%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="SDC10050a" border="0" alt="SDC10050a" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEmXUppytnTcpTM7Q2lWFSGZk0YYd5nl_RKzmsppqOVmI7dO26CLBZJ5TfGz0TltX18VDrwZod_tCPEh_7lEsS4peLiZDULOnDLMNSQR-QZhR09zFsWnQVt_85yCwjhV1Fh_lLlA/?imgmax=800" width="180" height="260" /></a> </p> <p>that time will sooth and enlighten everything .. and that you will be there to catch the glimpse..</p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3LT3aI-rxb5UCQXGtr3XLFJFAcZ5UCBWFGPDC4SObulCxWc33agqy4JCR3_YYYp3dBSRDIT0YoYjeNf-XocPTWKbFrSXcOlYXlawW8jLLc4b-xtG4ulomUrlnOBWXy-19izmS9A/s1600-h/SDC10079%5B3%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="SDC10079" border="0" alt="SDC10079" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8n6SO7j92hPmzJzpYD7MqaBd3nBomeIV_9TsxiJLmFW9PrnbIgYMAe_1SoKAyGOJG7__kLE7ZDKF6ODJrPb0dXfY5Bd6MNUSDxeSxQVZO3KzUeXyEHPWnuo-KtD_AGFtepyugJQ/?imgmax=800" width="260" height="203" /></a> </p> <p>that joy is hidden at most unsuspected places.. even at the curlicues of  the tail feathers of a goose..</p> <p>and a friend will point at it.. so you don’t miss this ..</p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3frBEA3CFfcuxKpdqBOZKNFs2vEMTCpcsvdREY893gY7BLY5l3y1hzB5FqiNMlF45VS4m-w0Bo_xO5AiKzyRUbVe4Siq-dmLh_nn0KjLuEB9DitzaoIUsaAgtD8kRznZ5k0X0Sg/s1600-h/SDC10082%5B3%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="SDC10082" border="0" alt="SDC10082" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghnfSACWdHN_YgQcsChoQPvJlP5CFP75EOID8FEia1XPtwe8qPfpTYf1USSAnXAs6KC8GIyjYn4rMxkUPsY4Ayvh4zJcQ8PqwXVdN0qmsL9j3ycZiDeye5vTHzG8hytNTowANtdQ/?imgmax=800" width="260" height="181" /></a> </p> <p>that you may leave behind the agony the brutal feelings..</p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlJ4gepOYDHygBBmqs1lLXPKGMVu7u8Ho_ctauftzY4_IZSpEDYUiFYwBjI1BXPlUfLIW7sm_i1i6dBy6T1a9u1wSkjfE_DmyvViZHnVcrxtqDf4UfdTSBWAVIiPdzBNB9qmECnQ/s1600-h/SDC10067%5B3%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="SDC10067" border="0" alt="SDC10067" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzxQWUXrWqeMDhpwIQpG3smKaoyjm3RvfqEw33Dg02tHqHhbhMmo-q4igWmzdPXEnhACXgnRLItbZhGes6bsyF56um1c3MtMsOesYFcjqJMfMFhCCvRsb8Mh90a4VNyOwAiTfFyA/?imgmax=800" width="199" height="260" /></a> </p> <p>that warmth and comfort is sometimes at the scene.. </p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9oSnRHkJBoTJ5vOvBRWOrEHeqthEhMwr282VPw9BHMijFUp3LtLlpyRYMSqAtCi2MjGGUXnaz10nwbZQ7DEZTKt-fndC-zACnjE9zsE5lqzPBBCylALEm6Rf4o-CsgHORWnpxxg/s1600-h/SDC10083a%5B3%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="SDC10083a" border="0" alt="SDC10083a" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO9F7zFwuQ2B3g3ZqoHyt-ZOl9rAsC5uL3eBHufoJqTMnAIKyXr511RRloo0_KaEtWuOGOJ7RXwr3yQnT0oRm7UfFMEh9ajcbCOMX8uaR-S-ikBo-D67bpUC4tFehnbc6fJH6bSg/?imgmax=800" width="260" height="209" /></a> </p> <p>sometimes at the inside meaning..</p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaKGpbwboaqY1VfZaXiZ6k4-yWhPJan4ZJVm0uEW4q9Yll2xdKjfUO6ivBgvR9fbIAKU6p2fObHiAOeMgx9D_OKlJbcVoHbHAGO-eJiWQNOFFajvD3K7xAndzGFhyphenhyphenWJPem-7QfHw/s1600-h/SDC10093%5B3%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="SDC10093" border="0" alt="SDC10093" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMqWwKEsVTHzhOBftL-ys-e0Na_uQW5Dk-_XfmH2vb38agBzlG8CGiA3zWZQEJArcfo_CsbfeiMpwgC8J5tBMyvYOrNFtapZbTqjrWx_LlPx_bLd_tYa-Zl8rEUwaLuIJzuf2rSA/?imgmax=800" width="234" height="260" /></a> </p> <p>sometimes at the hidden small beauties.. of nature.. coming back forever.. just like your hapiness will..</p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmM1HzXakF_TazSjIy8KK9OpofOlmWVIGvzD2muQBbORhNt5LbNXsk3rO-7sLmj3Xg9Q5MhwVh6_SQbOFECnoe6hNKQglvknVBj5-LEDiIoFRB7VXP0-CGaf1yzvoMyMrAr8oklw/s1600-h/SDC10101%5B3%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="SDC10101" border="0" alt="SDC10101" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQprI3lyakmucmlvhodNDoDpLrtI1KhTDkKPbFEsBc8Iig9RP_Arduk2-ebt9T-ZSP4LHGFqudQbdJLrw1r_s4sEWNfhuHGlaLOxni1XQbuOqJrU5V6Hgfb7BsuVAKow-q0fyoTA/?imgmax=800" width="180" height="260" /></a> </p> <p>that history has seen worst and will again.. and every day will be the past..</p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO3OnhA5FOLGx5rqQIXk4zPAP4RtEZjHHiiA-JKZ0y2N3QdhOXrOL772TridkAdsugA-AS5pSad5LXrR89hioKJw1sBKCoe3f-3jB0m8U3sA0wEsJx9nwiucAHJ9Bfs_UxupWmDg/s1600-h/SDC10117%5B3%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="SDC10117" border="0" alt="SDC10117" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHOhwz4Uckj1-kjcIO42LpjqkXIam6F_w4ur16Gtz4bz8CEUKqFV6qchLsRnx44UjBet8tWUTvKy0cHgZOcImKJztVaqcS_NaPlejVIonHJLxOTkfazCY3WzQXMUgoOSPW6ulzCg/?imgmax=800" width="260" height="180" /></a> </p> <p>that pleasures of life are as simple as colours to notice..</p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRS9v73CCUBppa1gXQt_iDpTXOp7wIvtko3BoBUM2G1Sw2_Yde8Mc6-zFNgPkzvWaWFugVEQ2xlC1uYeR5M22Lb6cL1Tl_AldMkkbtOeB5j-GQyNOz_z5ziXk9TkA4bvUXyhfToQ/s1600-h/SDC10121%5B3%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="SDC10121" border="0" alt="SDC10121" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgID4KolSAi3gv-T97I97xGr0VW3Ti2lBIG9NSZjW86x5Bsq7jrrPYyqJpXt_jKQa6HNbNq3jK4d3yYHd_53wAX3gU8pcAQ856yMIzS9B5F_mkkVSAsuL9_Z6hOJcfirKiCGZzDUA/?imgmax=800" width="260" height="244" /></a> </p> <p>oddities to catch..</p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihz6Kylh75ZjWE1F9dR_aHUn_JvwFbtavuQVFaw1TvYjZFJEB6xrC_XGBlNyj4TX__Ef1CJcThkk_hKE5LKsRqZFRpMwE-Jv1S3Ezr1tMw6J0-g5A5SHw00LYclmDCG5zf3Pd7tw/s1600-h/SDC10125%5B3%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="SDC10125" border="0" alt="SDC10125" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAaWHbJWt5K6XnqU7RFh9-Rnjfm6WLj0b8egHfO9V42J6fAzqYpky8aMQbmfhxs2El9IyKshDg7Ck0bdrcGCBrfFxC56zRPcf4BYQUNGcPyOqmo4dqp44FC5OrLY2qWMuj-r-SCA/?imgmax=800" width="217" height="260" /></a> </p> <p>decisions that you take.. and you believe in..</p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqWbmkEUzlw44wqAuNn6s7KZygdM5888d22as3UkP3hl5w6e1CJVvqMGbthd2IoZJuJin-iojpOcgvzUnbSnpFnY_atm7GxruzDSrjwS7VGjCIor8ynN4qEaAw1-Hu656kbEfrXQ/s1600-h/SDC10125a%5B3%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="SDC10125a" border="0" alt="SDC10125a" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd0kkDbhHkTmce5dK3FhV6n7DIw77dhyphenhyphenhCaeEqIlHtvdOAQV7krs0IOce0sa8lBl_3OT-rYevYiMqRFXFbT1CdP3STGpsau-ukQMM9pLO8Q6NLUqjKYDFaboav8ZFHQLmDVsuv4Q/?imgmax=800" width="260" height="168" /></a> </p> <p>gifts from the hands of a friend that cares what you like.. </p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgX0m6mqvV4BmiZ6tvYH2yh0JdpMV7itmpARtUp0W1gjGblJRzJyDeVR0mZFLbKY43Jj4Xw79dPg9MSUrtUHovg5ZR9NlkczsIiVz1zWj61OBqFbA2rSdCoEznySMJJDJrg_BMVgA/s1600-h/SDC10130%5B3%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="SDC10130" border="0" alt="SDC10130" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_FDp5XgBVh18/S4zxPXUefwI/AAAAAAAAAkk/aE_sXlWNN5w/SDC10130_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="260" height="180" /></a> </p> <p>taking the road makes you say.. we are here at this exact moment.. and we do love it.. </p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_36AQkh37HKh43TZm4W6ecfxnfNNOoUzXHzPSfPkNRlJX2x19jEwY4Wio73fCUXQ8VGQZLAuAwY20dPa4aZ8IfiLZ-AG-TrYW17SGQxbb7jbDgILAAYjrAMv_NPublJxAAs1xDw/s1600-h/SDC10132%5B3%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="SDC10132" border="0" alt="SDC10132" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjebAtC97YT2CAaee-kLYB9MnPNfJLvYeDlNUyeYnIDT5txwKLLABVRqNDvwK_FFTYHgG7PSHI2_SX0pdJhfBbb4FHl-8USVIbwkecLcuX7ba2U8_VSi7mFcNS9szLvUyfMKNiZug/?imgmax=800" width="180" height="260" /></a> </p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p>we feel comfortable with life.. where ever we are.. when we are with friends..</p> <p><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_FDp5XgBVh18/S4zxRFVGwvI/AAAAAAAAAkw/mpd_26Nf3bk/s1600-h/SDC10072%5B3%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="SDC10072" border="0" alt="SDC10072" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAcGOQlNoLjvAKszPoZon15VeSbBOLLJPDMJp2WQ3HGzY52b5EbdPoVYfVBh2T98-XIejZt9FLsog0s1dwIK7hiO2M2lWceegKPJTZTmLpwTPgHd-Io3E53XW_0Xu-_tZrcCmSSQ/?imgmax=800" width="260" height="180" /></a> </p> <p>together but different..</p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtQm7-RozYj-RyGj8Dhks2Yp5PNgUzKqPhCkttFhVaqffecNq5MznyPHKNVZ-xsPmh7xDgjtfIgxYZjCSp4iFbeuc7B_bHXsWzmg2h8ymuWJlcPjmDZDUoVj6VbdF5LE2Ss5muNQ/s1600-h/SDC10119a%5B3%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="SDC10119a" border="0" alt="SDC10119a" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpFhrqxKC6p1KNaIASICc5iaqEMgVYV1yzNI2QdkZd3jphtBQzSaja-JKBkgoP5EWrItwtEOz_CyAHAc5Q-i0flFpYSw_EUBXgXqy1R1kYBkBQ7SAK99wYNLf8InaESEhmnUYIzQ/?imgmax=800" width="260" height="184" /></a> </p> <p>together but different..</p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4HV64q9lYmuKAAl3fHJF6wwSGCj5U9WPqG2VZMJYXz7yCxQBH_tYDShQus6RnzurDvp7RcmBeyTDQ_QzI-ib4d0x3uCfh4P3D8-U-gt1dmr7ce5uMFIQ8eH2BvSqY5514LfZ15A/s1600-h/SDC10138%5B3%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="SDC10138" border="0" alt="SDC10138" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_FDp5XgBVh18/S4zxT24OpMI/AAAAAAAAAlE/tlfP-oZzeuM/SDC10138_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="260" height="180" /></a> </p> <p>it’s taking the road that proves you that light always come at most unsuspected times.. sometimes just before dawns..</p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2yBJEeB3tI17Y6i-H1wXz9ckpL3xQ7ZVUfuyBvcxLS89RpL_Bu0ULmHW3laJmU0AyrSolLaN0Kl7owjdIVgwTtZhPeBkAE0Os12hVqn9J6omAeo62jU_GrVzE6In26o6zBtQk3A/s1600-h/SDC10141%5B3%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="SDC10141" border="0" alt="SDC10141" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifTbE1Ntx0vEpWQDxmQ0KVZuWAR4P7JWMJEzlDs8GZx1gLuVBK95k1BPBAyI78gIQqGZyARDmVclDk1Q3AV3mpNbxWIUCrlw6my812yrMWDeK2d0QdH-iFqiLq9gDNPV_PagWTzA/?imgmax=800" width="260" height="180" /></a> </p> <p>than you feel tired but happy.. and as volatie as the evening lights.. and hungry.. for life again..</p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmiGaba679h4y8PkzgI4W_Ccer6ghCHHBM35ByLF7eY16LbLpOeQqtpibZrI15cKD3sHRF34exSntyY4weESvq-aZkgHrtj-O3QxwQK9Qt_AXVAlPtdf0xtKYvy32e1ijXumZEEA/s1600-h/SDC10144%5B3%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="SDC10144" border="0" alt="SDC10144" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5pJJ1ojFSmZ5blQjrOa8IIewRrwHbu6hG6_SoJatGVb8WYwLwk4PaUjtFrOB98ICjXlcdjgRHzpnLEXi3Yvw3c_R4NeoO_2hT56vz_EAKS5Bs1uj4yxCmvVPQyd2AgGGmD3_cQw/?imgmax=800" width="260" height="180" /></a> </p> <p>for simple tastes of simplest foods .. against all the complicated life time you endure..</p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTBpyYjXUELHGiZRRwQLlLrr42Jn_tpzZN-bwvxyBg8Cr6MmEZApsGkRCg6-9k58rxoIkIRDlQ4sSYakoSnxOnsd6Uurkdm_2FESxIiNHVcfbjSy270vCdemQGcR_AjGpVhWAD-w/s1600-h/SDC10148%5B3%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="SDC10148" border="0" alt="SDC10148" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_FDp5XgBVh18/S4zxX8kGH3I/AAAAAAAAAlc/4OFojbz5emQ/SDC10148_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="260" height="175" /></a> </p> <p>darkness will not harm nor fear you when you know what is.. in it..</p> <p> </p> <p>it’s the road that you need.. </p> Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20619855.post-90847882048989132612009-11-12T12:15:00.002+02:002009-11-12T12:24:28.954+02:00my city...I have come to delete a comment ..<br />=P<br /><br />some are thinking that this is left-alone website..<br />well it is not so..<br /><br />the owner of this site will delete all ridiculous .. noxious links.. performance improving drugs.. toys and so.. corporations advertorials.. etc..<br />at once..<br /><br />do ya hear me..<br />at once.. because.. any comment is reported to my e-mail adress..=D..<br />so you better..leave crafters alone..=D.<br /><br />but as I came here..<br />I will share.. a good intension of mine..<br /><br />as I have started to write a short story ..<br />and making some regular city photographying tours..<br />I thought that maybe I shoul add some over here too..<br /><br />soon to come..<br />Istanbul.. from my point of view..<br /><br />crafts??<br />just small things.. faux bijous and lace and crystal and so..<br />=)<br /><br />everything baroque and glittery and shiny ..<br />I am living my magpie days..Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20619855.post-90576190475115377882009-02-11T12:24:00.001+02:002009-02-11T15:09:34.104+02:00neck warmer<p> </p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNh6nU-WIwAjVn83AmnAWzjCEgn4Ra6Nvf_FRtrZvFHeSoASRFCZUn1IBqRRry9Q4pf61KmbKW0HSWn1tTeJbqH31IbuRZuq6uxYdpIHV3q0UILZT9K-gzCx4S4r7uAdK0bUOiXw/s1600-h/S3700083%5B2%5D%5B4%5D.jpg"><img title="S3700083[2]" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="202" alt="S3700083[2]" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgId6DhrctefSqJhe-d1-6oCSPCaRQF0MyY6dRCF0ld_S5KWkCMDosXfRMxiPAAXsRRzE0nVrVL1Eer1Sf1V_Df8lTNnaIWnQrMC2U2Zj1gNRmVTswXVP4f8SaDaNmbFK82842pDA/?imgmax=800" width="263" border="0" /></a> this is a recycle-reuse-reinvent project..I had many <a href="http://www.recyclethis.co.uk/20070713/how-can-i-reuse-or-recycle-shower-curtain-rings">wooden curtain rings</a>..more than needed knitting material…and pearls and beads..</p> <p>and <a href="http://www.ruthcross.com/acatalog/pendantnecklace.jpg">inspiration</a> from the web =)</p> <p>they  helped me to make a neck warmer more than a pendant as a gift.. for a much loved lady..</p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLlD42AKHemh3sVClsqWCQJmwz8FNkFrsRiL9UPE_1PT_QxH5UZ2NxlslvMgOtbSAP_AMPfTcj6r6KhbsexpCJj-lv-UfpBr-oGVgM2vDFlSQAMTSE8_DIU6qwbyMUCIVxiMhwCQ/s1600-h/S3700149%5B8%5D.jpg"><img title="S3700149" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="260" alt="S3700149" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkZSi6E2bary5gUy4UzyyVa0CW4P3KHytuzMG7nt2llHtFBORbjm-iYImn_EJ11i8ik9Pcg_r9DXlkrZYdgPfNEvNxp5J-5P9j4op0O0tiuzGdiycqGf4phX4u-OTH0CBRYELRAA/?imgmax=800" width="213" border="0" /></a>some more to come…gifts of course..</p> <p>and a black more lacy .. more shiny one for myself..=P .. I never deny that I am an addicted lace-girl..=P</p> Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20619855.post-64846399823798229022009-02-09T10:05:00.003+02:002009-02-09T10:19:30.325+02:00bar cabinet..finished..<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIOuFDOrBLpRl0xZOl_Cm9_y_UuVbJiCNgymPF2WmyrJdBIYoaFWIpHwOb5t3TjLQux52WjSFtDjp7W9pekreFYE3g-xwARXU7lylGN7Q9pOsqjPHrCjgDCljbHj5s0VDrzVRIPw/s1600-h/S3700138.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 249px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIOuFDOrBLpRl0xZOl_Cm9_y_UuVbJiCNgymPF2WmyrJdBIYoaFWIpHwOb5t3TjLQux52WjSFtDjp7W9pekreFYE3g-xwARXU7lylGN7Q9pOsqjPHrCjgDCljbHj5s0VDrzVRIPw/s320/S3700138.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300706787931646530" border="0" /></a><br />remember <a href="http://createacraft.blogspot.com/search?updated-min=2008-01-01T00%3A00%3A00%2B02%3A00&updated-max=2009-01-01T00%3A00%3A00%2B02%3A00&max-results=25">the very messy cabinet</a> I had started painting..<br />it was an old music chest.. with a pull-out drawer..<br />I loved the curves.. it was dirty.. dusty.. cracked all over..<br />and the varnish was gone..<br /><br />first I had painted the inside.. flashing pink/fuscia..<br /><br />the outside.. after much hesitations..<br />has become grey .. I don't have no other grey colour in the living room..<br />mostly taupe.. beige and plum..<br />therefore it doesn't fit..<br /><br />but we will see..<br />we will find a way to blend it in..<br />any ideas..??<br /><br />an it absolutely needs some embellishing<br />but haven't been inspired yet..<br /><br />the inside hides the colour surprise..<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF_OjT0T35ubmthftb5KUFRTVfGjVTgb4S8JqVeB0tT-yAzTeguL8mQZ3o16oSAT97JLZbavKqKHqmVZwMJYVVxqwehQ1JJpu5qJeNmyzyvx3ezJ-d35yKvbZ3eDtR0rIw7pyJyg/s1600-h/S3700140.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF_OjT0T35ubmthftb5KUFRTVfGjVTgb4S8JqVeB0tT-yAzTeguL8mQZ3o16oSAT97JLZbavKqKHqmVZwMJYVVxqwehQ1JJpu5qJeNmyzyvx3ezJ-d35yKvbZ3eDtR0rIw7pyJyg/s320/S3700140.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300706786974509602" border="0" /></a><br />my new bar-cabinet..Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20619855.post-47424775341817144832009-02-06T11:33:00.009+02:002009-02-06T14:33:28.140+02:00..<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7jRmwNxuA89tY-lXSPKOfT40ycqemd7WFAoo3KJbOm_-AOe2jwDepHUlSWS1mJ_lBvmCOXq431_D5Fo8y30CoJXSSUvqYF8y8F8cj6n7QIt3uYR31_RzQVpHXILS-AccdkIuUxQ/s1600-h/S3700137.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 275px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7jRmwNxuA89tY-lXSPKOfT40ycqemd7WFAoo3KJbOm_-AOe2jwDepHUlSWS1mJ_lBvmCOXq431_D5Fo8y30CoJXSSUvqYF8y8F8cj6n7QIt3uYR31_RzQVpHXILS-AccdkIuUxQ/s320/S3700137.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299617079035814242" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I have done finally..<br />three things.. I wanted to do.. for a long time..<br /><br />First..<br />I have re-arranged my books in a colour scheme.. I have seen so many on the netI thought they looked awsome.. saved many photos to my "inspiration file" but.. just didn..'t do it.. you could call me.. lazy and I would answer.. no.. just busy =)..<br /><br />yesterday all of a sudden I have started to take books off from the shelves.. it was nearly midnight..<br />I didn't plan to do it.. I was looking trying to figure how I would.. and when that I have found myself .. into the job.. <br /><br />I succeeded.. It was as three am when it was done.. the rest of the living room was a mess.. butwho cares..=).. not me.. when I have checked this item from my never ending "to do" list..<br />I had some decorative objects.. on the shelves.. but they had become such a mess.. it allover looked a clutter display..<br /><br />Before .. the books were arranged in "writers name order".. and in categories.. turkish novels.. foreign writers' novels.. woman .. poems.. history.. hobby..<br />But whenever I tried to find one .. I still couldn't ..<br />I think I have a "booksearcher's temporary blindness".. an unknown medical condition..=D..<br />so.. now at least.. my "bibliotheque" looks pretty..<br /><br />some dusting and arranging.. does good to everything.. everyone...<br /><br />I have put all the decorations on the dining table and re-arrenged them..<br />ethnic accessories for the white shelf..<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOg9o6RFTjTKimb5Axqo-__oVgGoNPKCAJ13x9JukyX2HHIwMkhkpxEkXbjL9CjYVLSiyd0Id8U0GfjxFjJKTqwX9AVXhQ-9W-hHtegSP3BPJbi6ELDqOisWLt4W7BhI5v2Ybp0w/s1600-h/S3700136.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 176px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOg9o6RFTjTKimb5Axqo-__oVgGoNPKCAJ13x9JukyX2HHIwMkhkpxEkXbjL9CjYVLSiyd0Id8U0GfjxFjJKTqwX9AVXhQ-9W-hHtegSP3BPJbi6ELDqOisWLt4W7BhI5v2Ybp0w/s320/S3700136.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299618084082838642" border="0" /></a>and purple for the the other white shelf... .<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlYBm2vmmvcEl1mnbnN949s_ja6lHZ2Oryg-EtS02_CrV2z7sl16I4643YPRhjnl_XUi4Cl1jcp3GszW2pESa7EWSoVBUFwskdp4pPvoxkE2PzyNPo5K8gTqm9OKPSL28clhGHHQ/s1600-h/S3700135.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 166px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlYBm2vmmvcEl1mnbnN949s_ja6lHZ2Oryg-EtS02_CrV2z7sl16I4643YPRhjnl_XUi4Cl1jcp3GszW2pESa7EWSoVBUFwskdp4pPvoxkE2PzyNPo5K8gTqm9OKPSL28clhGHHQ/s320/S3700135.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299617955544636034" border="0" /></a>both these antique looking faux paintings are made by me..<br />no I didn't paint them .. I can't.. not even to save my life.. but I can fake it.. a blank canvas.. some glue.. a picture photocopy.. cracking varnish and shoe polish.. =)<br />the orange-y one is the photocopy of a painting one of my patients have painted ..this is a the view of a byzantine building in the middle of the marmara sea.. the <a href="http://www.helloturkey.net/kizkule.html">"maiden tower" </a>and has a sad story.. The lavender one is just a page of a decoration magazine ..<br /><br />white and green accessories for the green shelf..<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrXiu8Uvq6wERUVRGib_HNiedvq_8yuJk-yCM0-zKrw9t_jpqxr-XsXAiaV1K5wqjWnKzv4WDg4nx_xzSeVsGMwMBvjYlxRii8prRAKheK5bLGQXkN-Uc5JWPGEi229qb89pqWgA/s1600-h/S3700134.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 190px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrXiu8Uvq6wERUVRGib_HNiedvq_8yuJk-yCM0-zKrw9t_jpqxr-XsXAiaV1K5wqjWnKzv4WDg4nx_xzSeVsGMwMBvjYlxRii8prRAKheK5bLGQXkN-Uc5JWPGEi229qb89pqWgA/s320/S3700134.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299617786447328258" border="0" /></a>a buddha for the orange and red shelf..<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXZi4NrG6RZCenQMVRB-1mrPCwFbNEfAMFSvnNQTTxXdjDXQ5vuvpJl0NiPLEp_WGR0QNbq_UNOBlfz55irkawTZ7fcOR6tRehg01eZvP5Ugwp2U8sUTzONBsEWCPg1vu6vdZDCw/s1600-h/S3700133.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 175px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXZi4NrG6RZCenQMVRB-1mrPCwFbNEfAMFSvnNQTTxXdjDXQ5vuvpJl0NiPLEp_WGR0QNbq_UNOBlfz55irkawTZ7fcOR6tRehg01eZvP5Ugwp2U8sUTzONBsEWCPg1vu6vdZDCw/s320/S3700133.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299617584969945954" border="0" /></a>a shell for the blue shelf..this shell took me to years ago.. I bought it for my mother when I was 19.. and went on a trip by myself first time in my life.. It still has the sound of the sea.. but now.. has also the sound of memories..<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEsf9SqZV0TITQ_hFQ_iCK1Nc9SQLPzDLdMS2BKuuoJVpS61H4ivOuPTAX-jo4-xpAS9VRdELRzV-p0JEKd2-TaRDq5PrV00mIkgQ9VFE-qpZztqjBcBRHO4XcqUvSDd0gPSHdaQ/s1600-h/S3700132.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 178px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEsf9SqZV0TITQ_hFQ_iCK1Nc9SQLPzDLdMS2BKuuoJVpS61H4ivOuPTAX-jo4-xpAS9VRdELRzV-p0JEKd2-TaRDq5PrV00mIkgQ9VFE-qpZztqjBcBRHO4XcqUvSDd0gPSHdaQ/s320/S3700132.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299617253592185458" border="0" /></a><br />I like the overall look.. now.. it is not crowded any more.. not a sore for the eye..<br /><br />The second thing is something I wanted to do for a long time..<br />I joined a reading group.. founded by my turkish blogger friend..<br />we have chosen the "the museum of innocence" of orhan pamuk.. the nobel winning turkish writer..<br />no other writer has been discussed more than he was..<br /><br />there are fans..<br />and there are people who have not succeded to finish his books..<br />I never met anyone who said I don't like his books..there are only readers who succeded to finish and those who could not..<br /><br />he has an interesting writing style.. I always liked it.. from the<a href="http://www.britannica.com/EBchecked/topic/1247070/Cevdet-Bey-ve-ogullari"> first book I have read</a> .. I have been a fan.. when I first read him.. I had the feeling of reading a very well translated book.. long sentences.. detailed description lists in one sentence which could go for 10 .. twelwe lines.. turkish is not this style of language.. I am not an expert of literature.. just a book worm.. so this as my personal idea..<br />but I was like an enthousiastic little child.. counting the lines while reading and keep saying..<br />"omg.. 5 lines and still continuing and no misplacement of word.. no wrong turning of the meaning.. omg. 10 lines..."=P<br />it was a "love at the first read".. for me.. and I still do like reading his novels..<br />and I even can discuss the evolution of his style over the years..<br />but I don't want to start my book review now and here..<br />I have to keep it for the reading group.. later maybe I might do it here too..<br />so.. when my friend has decided to make a<a href="http://ayracatakilanlar.blogspot.com/"> special blog</a> for this group..<br />I have prepared a simple banner .. a shoot of my collection of bookmarks.. and old french books.. and noticed that I have quite a collection.. which I will add in here too..<br />it's in turkish..<br />but a girl must show what she has..=)<br /><br />for the bookmarks.. which are all gifts.. but one.. which is a silver badge of my high school..<br /><br />now I have to find a way to display them on the bookcase.. any interesting ideas?Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20619855.post-64064115123870591932009-02-01T14:40:00.002+02:002009-02-01T14:42:24.773+02:00hard decision..what are you lookin'at<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhj5e8VcDRdKTASu7ITnZtB6ZWt_C2V3-PPUH0awM_OgT_yRTxzOsF-U13wqygg-vLfX5jkHGp2tjmGiHLfXLAZvEE6KTd5Aa6sVCRsSpdVvNx2FymUTBrGOFG4addsGPpOHYK4CQ/s1600-h/hard+decision.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="186" alt="S3700007" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifxMfcHynRS3d7CpHtPePgHTmVgwWDYVg9IYS0gN1Dfkn-IkI59wdPtg41HN51L6v8iQkCtPx1blhs_hs7OajFIwpw6eIoQP9M8xuQ9scskm82zjP-eqfLdsTlYAuE27u5IwJA2A/?imgmax=800" width="247" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivkurVKQXdLy59pmQpA3h_6ElxT4WO-bOilbyWSEQ1oISPBximV2_l87QZSvShtGv6SyX14Q14tzXeHiC0kdIDTQaEucr8Ct1xejiJYQCFJd-1SEc977nRFwQbNAUU9umLs9PiGw/s1600-h/PC103238n%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="PC103238n" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="186" alt="PC103238n" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3G4p-BTL4W8wv_jordreLl_ScPdlZyU6-awfiXagRZzTYN64ahX6XYoaqhWL0sMn5o43ChLcQbBwoCWTZtqIqONqMzfz8_PQMStnJYhSNRlcltlv0BXInQ5GypuyTZM1UIRoEDw/?imgmax=800" width="247" border="0" /></a></p> <p>    </p> <p>it will be a short post.. too many things to do..</p> <p>can’t even visit the blogs..</p> <p>all these and more.. are processed..</p> <p>gifts.. knits.. painting.. sewing .. travelling..</p> <p>I’ll write about  the most important part …</p> <p>I was planning a small surprise.. see the </p> <p>for a blogger friend.. </p> <p>and while I was making the package..</p> <p>the postman brought me her Xmas card..</p> <p>we call it..</p> <p>kalp kalbe karşı.. “  heart towards heart”..</p> <p>we have had the same idea.. at the same time..</p> <p> </p> <p>thank you <a href="http://brittarnhildshouseinthewoods.typepad.com/">Britt..</a> =)</p> <p>did I tell you that I love you..</p> Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20619855.post-78823281065545263572008-11-26T07:20:00.002+02:002008-11-26T07:24:40.001+02:00IstanbulI am in love..<br />deep true love..<br />with the city I live in..<br /><br />have a look at he video..<br />it is not a movie shot directly by a camera..<br />but is made up using ten thousand photograph..<br />the music is great too..<br /><br />clik on the link.. I am serious .. when I say I am in love..<br />I love cities transpassed by rivers.. but one transpassed by th sea..<br /> is unique..<br />enjoy..<br /><br />http://www.ersineser.us/Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20619855.post-32042319821312837472008-11-22T13:22:00.000+02:002008-11-22T14:01:55.021+02:00a period..<p> </p> <p><img src="http://img140.imageshack.us/img140/5029/istanbul5hg6.jpg" width="640" height="433" /> </p> <p>before the nineteen century the ships were not accosting .. the passengers and the shipment were taken from the coast to the ships by the "sandalci" rowing boats..</p> <p>too many accidents happened these times..</p> <p>at the begining of the nineteen century seaports were constructed..</p> <p>some were constructed over barrels.. floating ports.. that's what they were.. and ships could accost..</p> <p>but..</p> <p><img src="http://img264.imageshack.us/img264/4273/karakoy01gn4.jpg" width="640" height="392" /> </p> <p>the passengers had to wait until 1914 for the waiting halls to be constructed.. </p> <p><img src="http://www.sirketihayriye.com/uimages/karakoy%20iskele.jpg" width="640" height="412" /></p> <p> </p> <p><img src="http://img174.imageshack.us/img174/1951/8ej0.jpg" width="640" height="356" /> </p> <p>the karaköy port.. was the one we used to visit my aunts every weekend..</p> <p>we were walking to the station.. took the train and than we were walking again to the port.. If we had missed the posr which was near the station.. my parents decided to walk over the galata bridge.. to the other port where there were more frequent departure schedule..</p> <p>I was so small that my daddy had to pick me up.. to see the man behind the ticket window..</p> <p>being authorised to place the token .. later.. running into the hall while my parents were strolling and buying the tokens in advance.. were signs of my "growing up"..</p> <p>green leather covered benches.. ascending- descending windows.. always someone objecting to the open window.. brass inset ashtrays in the armrests of the benches.. </p> <p>when my father felt "dandy-ish" sitting at the "de-luxe" hall adorned with mirrors.. crystal door glasses.. waiters.. small individual artdeco armchairs and coffe tables placed in groups.. the waiter .. the turkish coffee smell in the air..</p> <p>when the weather was nice.. sitting outside at the benches with their back to the passenger halls and facing the sea.. trying to reach the banisters with your feet.. then as one day you are proudly "big" enough to do it.. being warned.. to take them off.. being frustrated..because you waited so long for this day to come..</p> <p>an the way back.. being tired and sleepy..</p> <p>my father's takingme upon his shoulders and carrying me to the station.. joking .. "you can ride the "babaway" / tramcars were called tramway in turkish.. and babaway is fatherway or fathercar /..</p> <p>growing up.. and being able to jump from the port to the ship in one step.. without waiting for the passage to be placed.. </p> <p>huge black tires tied at the port.. the water raising in green blue and white whirls between the port and the ship.. an mum's voice reminding me to be careful ..the mist of salty water all ove your face.. the smell of the sea.. of the iodine in the air.. and the cries of the seagulls..</p> <p>are in my brain and at the tip of my nose..in my ears..in all my senses...</p> <p>I don't have a romantic story.. much as many of Istanbul citizens.. but I remember a few.. eyeing.. shying.. then being followed upto the busstop or railway station .. when I was a teenager..</p> <p>but I have too many lively memories.. </p> <p>being from istanbul means being in relation with the sea.. the ships.. </p> <p>last night there was a very strong southwest wind storm raising to 42 km/h speed.. and this historical port has sunken.. </p> <p>it was last restorated in 1966.. there were no life losses.. and it will be restored again.. but.. I am sure they will not pass by the opportunity of modernizing it..</p> <p>I felt.. like I had lost a part of my childhood..</p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20619855.post-42033855087269571712008-11-16T22:13:00.001+02:002008-11-16T22:13:35.288+02:00sofa cover and soup to blog..<p>I love being at home..</p> <p>"totally home".. cosying myself..</p> <p>I have been home today.. reading.. writing.. having coffee.. chatting with the kids..</p> <p>my dh was on duty and when he came back in the late afternoon.. all he wanted was some soup..</p> <p>he didn't have to tell me.. I always have some soup ready for him when he comes in.. </p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTkotD_9uJxb4wrKSNZo_a0AWSGDsRe5qhTfFvszPphinaf9-dJBD_3uGfuUuaHvMSoDMoER5X37WakiksXXQxAB5qaLkg54poL7QC3V_xsrJj_tAxt6H8V0_jkkowO0w1jMl2QA/s1600-h/S3700022%5B3%5D.jpg"><img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="202" alt="S3700022" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixJw8_dgPa0M-GWUwMf5FxA9gcGZ6sLSxO5KV8BqL48YZ1d5ZJSi8z7HPp4IO2BNaIhDYlG4QgX5jmHQYtHUc-iux9sE-UMV-oEK3Ge3kAf-0tRTmE-Hqx2IXPRPdhb250DhyphenhyphenIXQ/?imgmax=800" width="260" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>this is an easy and warming winter soup.. yoghurt.. corn.. green peas.. chick peas ..homemade macaroni and dry mint.. is all you need.. you then add some butter and red pepper sauce over.. for more colour and warmth..</p> <p>while he rested I have uploaded these photos of the things I have re-styled lately..</p> <p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_FDp5XgBVh18/SSB-xfEACCI/AAAAAAAAAXg/PzHNPqTYTp8/s1600-h/kanape%20before%5B3%5D.jpg"><img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="253" alt="kanape before" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEge6NPQO121kYsEBZ_w_-v8oUJtViRN5M75osg6ZHs7KQOO8go5fx7heY2TZ3KAVjIiTjv04XMsTsxAtWpwMxrBEDoMvXDVkT6alHj0XCNyViiyj-zkMdskUeXLYB6Uq3MXbKOfYA/?imgmax=800" width="260" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>I have recovered this sofa in my daughter's room..</p> <p>don't criticise me..  It had a nice throw  over for the last months ..</p> <p>my kids love to eat .. while they are reading.. watching tv.. and you know kids.. they drop things.. and mothers try to wipe..</p> <p>with the throw on.. the stains were not visible but I knew they were there..and even knowing that this dirty look is due more to wiping and  cleaning trials  than  stains themselves..  it disturbed me.. a lot..</p> <p> but I had to wait until it diturbs my daughter as well..</p> <p>otherwise this is  a very comfortable and double duty sofa.. it becomes the guest bed in her room.. when she has friend.. apart from the really yucky cover it is in a very good condition..this fabric with which it was covered  was not stain resistant as the saleperson affirmed  .. but stain appealing.. and the result is this..awful..</p> <p>so today is the day.. she finally asked me to make something to embellish her sofa..</p> <p>I needed a quick homemade   result.. and here comes.. some black fabric.. /as every teen ager around she is at her " black period" so this will be a temporary solution until her tastes calm down..=P /..my stapler..and scissors..</p> <p>here is the result..</p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-tgKgAf77-Ax0MgZky5ArXdxCY3ch8Vyf-7ovJ_E0gZmrjWB8gktnMiNaxKthcwHg_Z4XrNB3Jx65AW13MvwaU7N1OCETs7fHJFFaCYNkshTpVBgqoKiQZ72Hfe5MEaPhQo-1kg/s1600-h/S3700004%5B3%5D.jpg"><img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="200" alt="S3700004" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjWE-E8haOsj1LqrCjZq2vrSBEuf17q70lVPjFmkhFLqucvVRQH6drqCdjsyHYYrjLm4mJ5q4Woxalpuoq_ztdHP6KgDHnoxLMhJ7D8WZj57cAHu1p9S4HUvLDr9EgpL2IQ68rRQ/?imgmax=800" width="260" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>a very tailored look.. quite masculine..</p> <p>we left the armrests as they were.. because she liked the style.. and I accepted as.. there was no stain..  </p> <p>I try to leave them the decisions about their room decor..to both of my child.. they have to experiment and live with their decision  some time.. to be able to make better decisions in the future..</p> <p>and we also decided to change the covers of some pillows..</p> <p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_FDp5XgBVh18/SSB-2nTlnMI/AAAAAAAAAXw/XwCQpLSnlkg/s1600-h/S3700005%5B3%5D.jpg"><img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="241" alt="S3700005" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_FDp5XgBVh18/SSB-4TuhvvI/AAAAAAAAAX0/vV7VrOIRpNU/S3700005_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="260" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>the others were already fine.. a knitted cream coloured.. and ..</p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2Z3qX3yU2sdZYWrEKH4HWIY72czsBFi4hGS7A1eKAqG120t_kHow8tydYZCPotTxwkc0w8EHcCydLgqeeiiagXNLi9d-H0lrdMR7OW3XsLurHevzGyFK-wtjOuwCbcHVBa0ARCw/s1600-h/S3700007%5B2%5D.jpg"><img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="218" alt="S3700007" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_FDp5XgBVh18/SSB-7Bj3FsI/AAAAAAAAAX8/LMKGUeBvIJw/S3700007_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>a huge one from ikea..</p> <p>now she is happy with her sofa.. her room.. she is enthousiastic about inviting her friends.. for a night stand..=)..</p> <p>a happy dh and a happy daughter means a girl  can blog..=) without being disturbed..</p> Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20619855.post-54031210117278529662008-11-12T15:45:00.001+02:002008-11-12T15:45:38.073+02:00ready steady.. purple..<p>I live in a small town house.. and when we come home.. we put everything down right into the living room.. when we go upstairs we remember to have forgotten this or that..</p> <p>when I do some crafts in the living room.. or take photos.. all the materials.. magazins everything stays there to..</p> <p>I am tired of going up and down again.. </p> <p>what is worst is that sometimes we leave them until the weekend..and it is very time consuming to range a whole week's clutter.. </p> <p>so I have decided we really need a stair basket.. something chic and stylish..</p> <p>something like this one..</p> <p><img height="232" src="http://www.theholdingcompany.co.uk/images/Product/BAS011y.jpg" width="155" />  </p> <p><a href="http://www.theholdingcompany.co.uk/images/Product/BAS011y.jpg">the holding company</a></p> <p>or even this one..</p> <p><img src="http://a248.e.akamai.net/f/248/12335/6h/s7ondemand1.scene7.com/is/image/ballarddesigns/AB107_1?$detail$" align="left" /> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p><a href="http://www.ballarddesigns.com/Accessories/Storage-Baskets/Rattan-Step-Basket/p/3454">ballarddesign</a></p> <p>but I couldn't find something suitable at the stores..</p> <p>so.. I transformed.. an old  jute beach bag some feathers..a clay duckling.. a garden decoration .. some cardboard.. actually a box lid.. paper.. glue paints..</p> <p>here is my first tassel project.. and the stair bag.. </p> <p> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlps_IEK6cH5jPHvZsbqXPma7HLSLyfkOBXX33LblrYlAvl2APYNMbU9DjbdIy0qFNZgKaeWaF0lq2YLZxMY_sJ5HW3jkbb58cfEPw_Qj-6UDZ2vq1YE5QdjRnrqJY4Koo8Ot-Sw/s1600-h/S3700013%5B3%5D.jpg"><img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="248" alt="S3700013" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjnFzOrVMDsDNfURKgdv714k-ueeqhPHanq0FadEXWxiIxbTzKGSmpqrAme1EUPn02-OU8MJr9dmC37zVK1HqpwFxUJu4J9vYIcEpK8rilZHxd09srcAPUdaWN9P6wjv2et4gWlA/?imgmax=800" width="260" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>a closeup of the tassel..</p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNNc8MqBxOpncPuJYUoOR4R4NgG1hx0FAm93fclrxiv_wrWIc1zQyeo11Savu7hPegAeutgqfPZ_z8lvVyAX-Wp49aT3ya6kSLFjKsYw38FWVVyPaCCsi599oM-FROBK6WqXWWxQ/s1600-h/S3700030%5B3%5D.jpg"><img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="260" alt="S3700030" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp79xb8BfO1jVPRvMkvk17aFXXKgfIlfJGfCTOrw2qz1AccTDSfo3lAOUIdmOiztB59tP8eTS-gSXNmxUDaj9CmMRH5_zkEUp3WfsZYHSpQAP2KybuWEhzrKuSJctETXDo8B_bDg/?imgmax=800" width="258" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>notice.. the upward arrow..</p> <p>it reminds us what to do.. =)</p> <p>I made it buy cutting an arrow shape from the boxlid.. then covering it with some layers of paper.. I left the paper crinkled and when it dried it had a nice texture.. then I painted it in light grey.. as well as the duckling garden decoration.. I was looking around the house for an object with a hole under.. and this picked up this one.. I didn't want to postpone this once again .. to choose the perrrfect object for my living room..</p> <p>after all I can change it later.. and carry this one somewhere else.. =)..</p> <p>now I grip it and take it upstairs every evening.. when I go to bed.. and range them.. at least put them in adequate rooms..</p> <p>then.. in the morning I take it downstairs again.. stair patrol.. that's what it is..</p> <p>although I may look funny in my nightgown and slippers.. in the very early morning.. carrying a beach bag..</p> <p>and what does it hide inside.. today..??</p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTgwyrMTHtFp4UhqR0D-ZnAZN25NWUpewkOu7siTbEDgqOHd8N213fUb0-XwCrCUXB-NEXoibdV99Jqg4gIPD2-_pgRFrMjblpY-ZEmpqVYmxnIx_z5nnXBEUmQRFGrtcHJF1ZIA/s1600-h/%C3%A7anta%20i%C3%A7i%5B3%5D.jpg"><img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="224" alt="çanta içi" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY4PSI02BTq23UM1l7fBpuG6TssOR4fNvPahPe7HEqDcvA0feN1NMJFY56xHrDlIeP5-jSpP12cRjPLYjo8p6J7fszAYVkWuKQyz4FJadBI9mTjW7qUTmBvSpeVewX3IcqN1jIkQ/?imgmax=800" width="260" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>a crafter's clutter...</p> <p>can you imagine all those piled on the coffee table .. now at least they are out of sight..</p> <p>*************</p> <p>style is nothing.. function and crafting is everything =P..</p> Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20619855.post-53703320379299890302008-11-09T13:34:00.001+02:002008-11-09T13:34:07.863+02:00perfect office part three.. lace and sequins..<p>I have processed further with my lace projects.. </p> <p>here is a photo of </p> <p>where we were.. and what we were talking about..my lacey mat board and  mail organizer;</p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgovP0PQ7nJgnqi2jOC0alUsKEkUfSnSjQs5SAPSUNOD1uHjjBuFuobvzbBA5a8vVE_nL_Ne-Ifb0M_g9-qo3mLOTAm1eFD72wKGbQwNjQho6hcWiK4095UeLesoq5ZnaAnTEUnIA/s1600-h/morning%20cofee%20morning%20hapiness%5B3%5D.jpg"><img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="252" alt="morning cofee morning hapiness" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_cFk1DJ31OAmU4DF7gF4W8wF0dcPPUIEawrZrfS1a0sO399Ruz8p5oBWsxiOMlxyJ2yPsYcXOuI8T7piBxcHgFH7WDu-Bl7emowg6KijD3jUH8J0nkK1wX61FeQszaYDY5h-3LA/?imgmax=800" width="260" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>I have a long list of thigs I love..</p> <p>it is no secret any more that I love purple.. a deep plum colour.. they say it is a depressive colour.. they say it is the adolescent's favorite colour.. but my mum used to say.. it is the the colour of adventure.. I prefer this version.. I have also learned it is the colour of aristocracy.. and prosperity.. for me.. it is just purple.. </p> <p>I love.. office stores and all the staff about writing and doing office work..</p> <p>so when I find knick knacks in this marvellous bright  colour..purple.. I have to get them.. my stapler.. staple remover and even staple box are new finds..</p> <p>but you cannot find everything you dream about.. sometimes.. you have to work to reach your dreams..</p> <p>so did I ..inspired from <a href="http://janesapron.typepad.com/janes_apron/2008/11/office-chic.html">jane's apron post</a> about office chic..I.. redesigned an old and boring punch to match my new stappler  ..</p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKMWVdunbTnj4xA1HzCahmivxv9csVvE1VDGf8q16mEEWoHQMZIGfrhhiJEKDuXSf7pSpmWHPPaf5KNCIvUohjYwp3Oh0RPrnMPm15LudTMyE8uEEbBBSwIbp67M0sp-PevX1Ddw/s1600-h/z1mba%20before%5B3%5D.jpg"><img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="231" alt="zımba before" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_FDp5XgBVh18/SRbKQ3mBsjI/AAAAAAAAAV0/OVYPzAprfX4/z1mba%20before_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="260" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>a punch.. some lace..some glue and some sequins.. can make wonders.. in a short time..</p> <p> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwtA1AZMuePBPjZ0sqBdUHjppHyFtZ9kkyY6FAQ3DcAa1YUVO8E6OFshVU2TXo1fE9xKilLzI6vJPWOGUCXxRFvCPow4TiFcZxFqqtiSc7PPdgMfKqfBIyN0s_mmEZcnhJDc2thQ/s1600-h/z1mba%20malzeme%203before%5B3%5D.jpg"><img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="260" alt="zımba malzeme 3before" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKnUVQc-WunVfzotGYKDV9vCStEW4n8utxHrwl62mYjP-Ytiy9cN9lWri9Z1mvnkRBdrNaVZHwExzo3-_aF07KEY9k7gRYKPENS5FyafX3VUAgn0SNW26ECEoHMiJQJHqSLtd9tg/?imgmax=800" width="246" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>to reach..a perfect punch..</p> <p> </p> <p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_FDp5XgBVh18/SRbKUuKXOzI/AAAAAAAAAWA/FyL8GSjmSZs/s1600-h/zimba%20after%5B3%5D.jpg"> <img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="243" alt="zimba after" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRluqnmrjYH_MR-DxhrQbMKUPiqILUNuVYcxar5UdqcPTwB9F1jIxC9juPe7rRGC0AMlqCQcF1BVSrFP8ehAqkd2XwNEaRH82ulVKG31ra6UtU4un8Y2dZmJNB_YF8Kl7-np3mTw/?imgmax=800" width="260" border="0" /></a> </p> <p> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCGr4SxWg_WPjEyktFxIXn8UyAL5Hae2kuConGi1hpLlN8ixaG7Cl1Xxlw3mdvE6EvPDf21IEbhd50D7i8elYY6xb8w1piXDd_-4-NIm2V5YAmlPjuJqVMLTwzPFYufKK_azpweQ/s1600-h/S3700010%5B6%5D.jpg"><img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="256" alt="S3700010" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPVsI0tBZoqiFhcgIqUlSx1KXscSBOfMFQVY8nm8dnVil6_6_-mX3lMDwXDj6Q7Q6LiGMpl3G6xWT8sBAq2p2xmMUaG8Aekg7Jwb2V4UBspz3kDYHcvaVBrN6-4ZARZkSAhhc81A/?imgmax=800" width="260" border="0" /></a> </p> <p> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVkyKKIWGL75jKPeNT_iV4wtVFwnxLurNyNpGwbgRefHVQkQB83F-dW9m_MKgZhlM1FFlVkYMfskbavmg1A1uLYK2S9K9f75IxHEk1trM_oO4SGlKviL7LcNB6C-dvEyslfuQqTw/s1600-h/zimba%20after%20grup%5B10%5D.jpg"><img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="245" alt="zimba after grup" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_FDp5XgBVh18/SRbKaXZq2LI/AAAAAAAAAWU/FRMcghAumuc/zimba%20after%20grup_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="260" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>to go with the purple office necessities..</p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUfs6fUtiXlwLtXrzIY5o7TouTePr2vV4FwbriAYHxoFCc8jBY6VLaYdmJVITJlmaD7lgL_iPKyBW4VK-Z_2TI6AzaBeCDuTjpDNTrAFdPr0Slom3xdpfuE72Z4Cr3wOF-zEuqSA/s1600-h/zimba%20after%20grup%5B9%5D.jpg"><img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="245" alt="zimba after grup" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_FDp5XgBVh18/SRbKrODgD4I/AAAAAAAAAWc/mKQomI41CDo/zimba%20after%20grup_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="260" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>now I don't have any more excuses I have to file all those cut outs and bills and reports etc...</p> <p>enjoy your sunday.. </p> <p>******************</p> <p>other office embellishment projects..</p> <p><a href="http://createacraft.blogspot.com/2008_10_01_archive.html">perfect desk part two</a></p> <p><a href="http://createacraft.blogspot.com/2008_09_01_archive.html">perfect office</a></p> Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20619855.post-58860191029656261492008-11-04T11:26:00.001+02:002008-11-04T11:26:11.168+02:00more threads forgotten crafts and a memorial box...<p> </p> <p> </p> <p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_FDp5XgBVh18/SRAU3R6iyNI/AAAAAAAAAUc/Sqv-Xs-MqmQ/s1600-h/ikinci%20kutu.jpg"><img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="192" alt="ikinci kutu" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_FDp5XgBVh18/SQ_7rtCS7iI/AAAAAAAAAUg/pL6a_tErn6A/ikinci%20kutu_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="252" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>let's have a look in the second box.. I had in the craft room.. untouched..</p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuf7WzpUYBoTbOHrWvnlEuFodLmz05Ac4sOjVitFNztKLAF9_uMxrxlBAxdo9eIIPiQNXhAnnunaK2TRkISGOAPu7R_m9_vcrk9DCfWxjvXWJPIRM2CJgoPZhXLJ_u_bznl3vv3Q/s1600-h/goblenler2.jpg"><img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="192" alt="goblenler" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_FDp5XgBVh18/SQ_9foRK8OI/AAAAAAAAAUo/C-pgRSrDJ-U/goblenler_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="252" border="0" /></a></p> <p>it looks messy.. </p> <p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_FDp5XgBVh18/SRAU8uMbucI/AAAAAAAAAUs/QNEqCn2iCP4/s1600-h/kanavice%20manzara.jpg"><img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="192" alt="kanavice manzara" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvMK2Q0ACLwI585FJ_43kEX16U4jN7FyFPHzX-lu6osqh0faBnbSazJePEP_KJ5kPvogfo1LTgD7JW93LRaJVPrSDXHQjCaMkubuVMgDlKQ3ow9kLn4DLeSJZEFgarARYJE_XMsA/?imgmax=800" width="252" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>there are sone cross stiches unfinished or unused..this one I have started to make 16 yrs ago.. ohho..</p> <p>I couldn't find the matching threads and ranged it until I find these...</p> <p>than .. forgotten..</p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHdvXemxd9cSozvVZPB14lzwowi2zQ3C8OUQAgwbq_xhojqAw5CkAI25JkVKvfY_-EU8ZnkaNhCbv1j2Ak3hIsViCmM-MraM5NQNIozZuDGt_7C3GKOSv5NGqSJB-DHshboAF1cg/s1600-h/kanavice%20ev.jpg"><img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="192" alt="kanavice ev" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_FDp5XgBVh18/SRAU_wpg9JI/AAAAAAAAAU4/lsykgYLNf14/kanavice%20ev_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="252" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>a small detail of the house..</p> <p>it looks x-masy.. does anybody has any idea of how to use it .. when finished..  if finished.. an idea which will push me to finish it..</p> <p>I don't want to hang it or make a piilow.. I have too many.. not in the style of my house any more.. all ranged in the closet.. waiting for their days to come back..</p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuf7WzpUYBoTbOHrWvnlEuFodLmz05Ac4sOjVitFNztKLAF9_uMxrxlBAxdo9eIIPiQNXhAnnunaK2TRkISGOAPu7R_m9_vcrk9DCfWxjvXWJPIRM2CJgoPZhXLJ_u_bznl3vv3Q/s1600-h/goblenler2.jpg"></a></p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7S-V5X9b6weNYvTwNSelpOVqnRXyOjR78ZDK7XpI0RPjKm5gEv_F6-UeXuf5-4lAVNfe5Gnq3aocTLBNkKcBaWWT0yJxUwJVQBnEjWdc9t-g3FZLQsfc_XC3TX-f8oigafv5mqA/s1600-h/kahve%20ornek.jpg"><img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="252" alt="kahve ornek" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0Unm524sireyjKbv24Z6HUsAdkdqGpwTNiY1hrJyfoAvv1QytKodopdaz_38jXQyNjU0uZ77IzcCSWAB7ioTLwjRjz9E4XKovqwHYwHq50xtZijelT1p8Qhf9CRO5ps4nMEtHnQ/?imgmax=800" width="192" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>this one was ment to be framed and hung in my mother's summer house..</p> <p>coupled with a larger one.. and to be used as a kitchen divider.. but never finished..</p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJul6S1CdWvzCU8qRt7DjG4Avij8B861p_pAgWsgmsmPlie1WEchC_mi6X8w7Q9X2zMtZVlXbVczZ-n3eCVyAV8J_BI_9VkW3QQX3roukIZcA5b4pG5F1Ay35ieIddMMLmqt9egA/s1600-h/bitmemis%20gul.jpg"><img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="192" alt="bitmemis gul" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDY_mU_-9wk99n8Bg8dqFQR4E0IMmer6FqWv3BLdGLyQB6cY08qqjYlUFeUsWhu-6YEjMj_AtPhpQks3nhTqhc6RJG0OLTlPxKpN63i4thEgtSErFlFDzCtB_ccvrch6gEpUXKBg/?imgmax=800" width="252" border="0" /></a></p> <p>another one..</p> <p>not finished but.. newer.. compared to the others..</p> <p>now I dn't want to blame myself.. I have many finished ones..</p> <p>finished and used.. and now stored..</p> <p>how many unfinished projects can a girl have.. and for how many years..</p> <p>I still have boxes to open.. for example this one..</p> <p>very precious to me..</p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9msbacd_YHnMcZ4TWyhxkr5E-acihBS4W1bdByiT0uQjX64Ohk4WX-wefV-3oXXDDD8OnEN5su6IicVC_vdSTX2-SC0VXlhhUGHE7V72Z3fqcROBXRBYzayysPo-zvjz3_pTfzA/s1600-h/dmc%20yazi.jpg"><img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="136" alt="dmc yazi" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_FDp5XgBVh18/SRAVIv8EnLI/AAAAAAAAAVU/WRYmiQ3utag/dmc%20yazi_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="252" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>can you see.. the hand written swap notice on it..to a friend of her..</p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPRyD9eMFJy5q6YkCctndmEHMhX1mWbLNWQb84wwAoWIb1fIXZjVKp1qZZ2taeqvJl4JDmTCLLvVW1GjHhylz5c5uzA7s9Z20e7UbcwA_nX_kBMiFVGrPAm2_Ab1D-TUa27EQIVg/s1600-h/signature%5B1%5D.jpg"><img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="202" alt="signature" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_FDp5XgBVh18/SRAVKUsDqsI/AAAAAAAAAVc/rK3DpXwQ4rE/signature_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="252" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>here  a closeup..</p> <p>this is the signature of my mother..</p> <p>on some days and for some special occasions  she added a beak at the point pf the S scribbled two small claws .. and it became a bird..=P</p> <p>she wrote.. take any colour you want.. and give me cyclamen coloured ones..</p> <p>this is a very precious box..</p> <p>because this is the only memorial of her handwriting..</p> <p>and keeps.. within..</p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbOaLOO-zji2vfoeP0W7nbo4r1mF-hEaOC8oUHCO4enIxZwf0IGRFJfjenOK-pTXTQPctn4U8X1n5zXEoXrKd_TRUBblqGZ-MqMLpL7c7pVm884vc041jRD8abJTFtLLhcxJOSrA/s1600-h/kukas%5B1%5D.jpg"><img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="223" alt="kukas" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVYOIjtPe8MpNFC25wVUs1V43OHbu0H7-mMJx4-8ryGdl4wL2jhC82hIs5wu7-qdssGEv9jPRgOYla9IYDA0RcBonFFvsw9SuM6rYmsimzL4OBFPbQ8m5-xlR-SxSD80_hty8jSw/?imgmax=800" width="252" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>her favorite colours..</p> <p>now that all is remembered and ranged .. I can go on with the lace crafts I have finished..</p> Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20619855.post-79436583940801539232008-10-20T09:15:00.001+03:002008-10-20T09:15:36.810+03:00vintage silk thread.. gold.. nylon ..<p> </p> <p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/hndnnln/SPwhfPyf36I/AAAAAAAAARs/f07G0lm6ems/s1600-h/kutu%5B1%5D.jpg"><img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="200" alt="kutu" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/hndnnln/SPwhfr9P3aI/AAAAAAAAARw/-_-66VuNOX4/kutu_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="260" align="left" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>when I was at school.. the english textbooks started with some sample dialogs.. </p> <p>-what is this?</p> <p>-this is a book .</p> <p>this dialog is still used as a joke among our generation.. on questionable occasions..</p> <p>so I am asking now.. "what is this?"</p> <p>of course you can see this is a shoebox...</p> <p>but.. what is inside..??</p> <p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/hndnnln/SPwhhpM_xBI/AAAAAAAAAR0/4cTYwvzAkw8/s1600-h/inside%5B4%5D.jpg"><img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="200" alt="inside" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/hndnnln/SPwhiIn8n0I/AAAAAAAAAR4/1IfO9e73dEs/inside_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="260" align="left" border="0" /></a> my mother's silk embroidery threads as they were kept .. for the last  10 yrs something in a closet in my house.. while doing some upside downside tidying between the store-room and craft cum dressing room this weekend I have opened it.. </p> <p> </p> <p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/hndnnln/SPwhjwdsDcI/AAAAAAAAAR8/f3wWPb-GV4E/s1600-h/mess%5B4%5D.jpg"><img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; margin: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="200" alt="mess" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/hndnnln/SPwhlCEJYiI/AAAAAAAAASA/qA_lseNrXVA/mess_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="260" align="left" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>I emptied all on the table.. what a mess.. </p> <p>I decided to range them by colour.. </p> <p>silk is a perfect material.. easy to disentangle but when in such a condition of course that it took some time.. there were some surprises though.. hidden in the box.. </p> <p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/hndnnln/SPwhmDGfI_I/AAAAAAAAASE/1jGuhprUyDc/s1600-h/paper%5B4%5D.jpg"><img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="200" alt="paper" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/hndnnln/SPwhmvQ8dwI/AAAAAAAAASI/kxOzfpdmBRE/paper_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="260" align="left" border="0" /></a> my mum used to wrap the threads she was using on a special project  in small parchment papers or small fabric parcels.. </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/hndnnln/SPwhnUPoo9I/AAAAAAAAASM/Y1MbCq95c7A/s1600-h/kalip%20ve%20motif%5B4%5D.jpg"><img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="260" alt="kalip ve motif" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/hndnnln/SPwhoTT87sI/AAAAAAAAASQ/b1hRSkli5qM/kalip%20ve%20motif_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="200" align="left" border="0" /></a> when I smoothed one  these small packages.. I have found some embroidery patterns..one mounted on the worn pattern for a blouse.. </p> <p>the patterns and the threads all together .. nice organization.. </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/hndnnln/SPwhpNDxPPI/AAAAAAAAASU/z1l8JtEwCl8/s1600-h/motif%5B4%5D.jpg"><img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="260" alt="motif" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/hndnnln/SPwhp45yO9I/AAAAAAAAASY/djEE9Qz5lyk/motif_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="259" align="left" border="0" /></a> another one.. </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/hndnnln/SPwhqhoeUaI/AAAAAAAAASc/A9vbAeGuq2Y/s1600-h/motif2%5B4%5D.jpg"><img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="260" alt="motif2" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/hndnnln/SPwhrW5HaEI/AAAAAAAAASg/k8iD26qAE5Q/motif2_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="218" align="left" border="0" /></a> and a third one.. </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p>these are turkish embroidery patterns .. she used to teach this art.. and always said "I have the happiest profession..I am among  beautiful young students.. beautiful colours.. and beautiful materials.. what can a woman ask for  else.." </p> <p><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/hndnnln/SPwhsvSYi0I/AAAAAAAAASk/ZdLCcoOFWsQ/s1600-h/bu%20bez%20de%20ne%5B4%5D.jpg"><img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="251" alt="bu bez de ne" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/hndnnln/SPwhuIQshyI/AAAAAAAAASo/nu8PkINlRVs/bu%20bez%20de%20ne_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="260" align="left" border="0" /></a> while I was separating the different colours I have noticed something on a silk  fabric she used as a wrap.. </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/hndnnln/SPwhvRD2nnI/AAAAAAAAASs/lvdzH7uSzb4/s1600-h/o%20bile%20nakisli%5B4%5D.jpg"><img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="242" alt="o bile nakisli" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/hndnnln/SPwhwK8xK3I/AAAAAAAAASw/TdfqSBQGsSM/o%20bile%20nakisli_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="260" align="left" border="0" /></a> it came out as a small cut-out embroidery.. maybe a hankerchief with unfinished borders.. </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p>there were all sort of threads.. in all  kind of colours and forms.. some came in skeins she used to braid for easy use.. some as balls.. </p> <p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/hndnnln/SPwhxm4569I/AAAAAAAAAS0/yplBOMtkQVg/s1600-h/arada%20ne%20var%5B4%5D.jpg"><img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="200" alt="arada ne var" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/hndnnln/SPwhyflHMAI/AAAAAAAAAS8/mYC-ZjZPWkU/arada%20ne%20var_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="260" align="left" border="0" /></a>  I even found a finished lace in between.. later I have found the thread she used to do it... </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/hndnnln/SPwh0PynvDI/AAAAAAAAATA/wOXEEF2Kab4/s1600-h/ya%20burda%20ne%20var%5B4%5D.jpg"><img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="200" alt="ya burda ne var" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/hndnnln/SPwh051Z0gI/AAAAAAAAATE/uFIiHS39b2c/ya%20burda%20ne%20var_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="260" align="left" border="0" /></a> and also a crocheted green  flower .. isn't it as if it smiles to you.. between the dishevelled threads..=) </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p>finally I have sorted all.. </p> <p> <a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/hndnnln/SPwh162LATI/AAAAAAAAATI/Be2xmMHW-Y4/s1600-h/mosaic8725886%5B4%5D.jpg"><img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="260" alt="mosaic8725886" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/hndnnln/SPwh2oYc7WI/AAAAAAAAATM/5pBbjTA3mUI/mosaic8725886_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="180" align="left" border="0" /></a> </p> <p> </p> <p>and noticed some even had their original tags.. turkish and european trademarks.. </p> <p>I remembered her spelling  dmc in french .. I believe they were high quality and  pretty expensive .. because she kept them apart and this was the only mark I have ever heard from her.. </p> <p> </p> <p><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/hndnnln/SPwh4D3MrXI/AAAAAAAAATQ/MXc7jyNEhI8/s1600-h/mosaic7336965%5B4%5D.jpg"><img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="260" alt="mosaic7336965" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/hndnnln/SPwh42iIpUI/AAAAAAAAATU/_aJ_rYwkt6w/mosaic7336965_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="260" align="left" border="0" /></a>there were some colour combinations braided together .. I remembered her..sitting straight at the table.. with her white cotton batiste cloth opened in front of her and  choosing the colour she wanted and separating it with her needle from the braid and pulling it apart .. then starting to make her art.. her skills talk for her..she choosed colours as a painter..she loved strong colours violets fuscias bright greens .. I can't say that she teached me how to do anything.. but I have watched her so many long hours.. sitting in front of her.. with my books to study.. that I have an engraved vision of her "embroidering".. </p> <p>when I close my eyes.. I can "watch"  her as a movie in my mind.. every single movement she made .. as if she was sitting in front of me again.. </p> <p>now they are all sorted.. </p> <p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/hndnnln/SPwh6JpHHEI/AAAAAAAAATY/juPW-Dmo3xs/s1600-h/renkler2%5B4%5D.jpg"><img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="122" alt="renkler2" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/hndnnln/SPwh6o_l0vI/AAAAAAAAATc/qW94tJkoUq0/renkler2_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="260" align="left" border="0" /></a> the balls in their box.. </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/hndnnln/SPwh8W5yYyI/AAAAAAAAATg/iRCuNliJEoA/s1600-h/renkler%5B4%5D.jpg"><img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="200" alt="renkler" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/hndnnln/SPwh84H98WI/AAAAAAAAATk/ZHsrkR1DiDY/renkler_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="260" align="left" border="0" /></a>and the skeins and tresses ..separated according to thread type and colour and re-wrapped in the same papers and fabrics they used to..but in an order now.. I have a new black box.. bigger than the shoebox.. </p> <p> </p> <p>I have taken out some things out of course.. the green flower. the needle lace and some nylon bags.. </p> <p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/hndnnln/SPwh9lFfxBI/AAAAAAAAATo/qT7BqDma4PA/s1600-h/bir%20define%5B4%5D.jpg"><img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="247" alt="bir define" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/hndnnln/SPwh-FxXqSI/AAAAAAAAATs/OJwSFJovZsA/bir%20define_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="260" align="left" border="0" /></a> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/hndnnln/SPwh_BD7Z7I/AAAAAAAAATw/ySWYgRwA_SM/s1600-h/gold%5B4%5D.jpg"><img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="241" alt="gold" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/hndnnln/SPwh_gyEA0I/AAAAAAAAAT0/AuuouAWiPV0/gold_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="260" align="left" border="0" /></a> the gold threads and the balls went to their own box.. they too are wrapped in their original papers to prevent them from "blackening" can you believe these are at least 20 yrs old.. </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p>and I also kept this one out...=) </p> <p><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/hndnnln/SPwiAsnyKKI/AAAAAAAAAT4/Ko8miFGWxcM/s1600-h/naylon%20vintage%20olurmu%5B4%5D.jpg"><img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="260" alt="naylon vintage olurmu" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/hndnnln/SPwiB0KgtdI/AAAAAAAAAT8/MAGw4KDLoME/naylon%20vintage%20olurmu_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="200" align="left" border="0" /></a> do you think nylon bags can be vintage.. =D.. this must be from the 60's a mousse  stockinette bag.. </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p>************** </p> <p>ps1 there are more to come.. this was a treasure box =).. </p> <p>ps2 ... these motifs can be used if you like and wish to.. they are my mum's gift to all the beautiful women.. who love beautiful colours and materials.. </p> Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20619855.post-17275220031387175572008-10-14T15:43:00.001+03:002008-10-14T15:43:56.293+03:00morning beauties..<center> <p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/hndnnln/SPST8n6TnvI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/Cpdl6syrpPA/s1600-h/morning%20hapiines%5B3%5D.jpg"><img style="border-top-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="144" alt="morning hapiines" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/hndnnln/SPST9ddiLAI/AAAAAAAAARA/KzMQq8f4DCc/morning%20hapiines_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="260" border="0" /></a></p> </center> <p> </p> <p>kids never grow.. </p> <p>he may be 18 now .. but he was just the same as he was three when he ran to the door yesterday evening and said.. you have a mail from abroad .. can I open it pleaaaaaaase.. he made me giggle..</p> <p>he is chatting online with people from the other end of the world as his daily routine .. but he is excited when the postman brings in an envelop..  I mean a "decent envelop" with a hand written adress and real stamp and all ..not the printed labeled and printed postal sign kind of thing.. not an advertisment or.. a facture..</p> <p>maybe the postman was excited too.. nowadays they do not delivers many of such envelops.. you know the "personal" kind .. =)</p> <p>so  we went..the   mother  still in her shoes and trenchcoat.. and the two curious kids..to the lacey desk ..</p> <p>I have decorated my desk for such occasions .. didn't I.. </p> <p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/hndnnln/SPST-sNJ4qI/AAAAAAAAARE/e1_7GS-p8EQ/s1600-h/morning%20cofee%20morning%20hapiness%5B7%5D.jpg"><img style="border-top-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="252" alt="morning cofee morning hapiness" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/hndnnln/SPST_kx9JUI/AAAAAAAAARI/xFQiLMxwu6c/morning%20cofee%20morning%20hapiness_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="260" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>this exciting card was sent by my friend <a href="http://brittarnhildshouseinthewoods.typepad.com/brittarnhilds_house_in_th/">Britt</a>, to celebrate my lacey desk.. and our frienship..</p> <p>no there are no close-up photos .. I told you.. this is personal =P..but there are some other close-ups from the desk..</p> <p> <a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/hndnnln/SPSUArSSnPI/AAAAAAAAARM/NHW3xA9cq_k/s1600-h/pile%20of%20memo%5B3%5D.jpg"><img style="border-top-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="243" alt="pile of memo" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/hndnnln/SPSUBvfn67I/AAAAAAAAARQ/dofRkFFvnVo/pile%20of%20memo_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="260" border="0" /></a></p> <p>I have made a small display of objects which make me smile on the desk.. </p> <p> my purple bowl and liliputian cloche.. reminding me of"being content with what one has"  ..</p> <p>the mask magnet.. reminding me.. that smiles and tears are close to each other.. as close as good friends..</p> <p>and the magnifier.. reminds me.. we can see everything  as big or as small as we desire..  </p> <p>the cover of the notebook..which  is an ancient world map.. reminding me.. the infinity  of world and time.. </p> <p>the small "nessie" snow ball.. reminds me of my childhood dreams.. </p> <p>and the little book of mum.. oh this hasn't to remind anything.. you never forget you are a mum..</p> <p>and the small empty vase ..shows me that it is the vase which is important.. not it's being empty .. or full ..</p> <p>and Britt.. your card has joined them ..Thank You.. =)..reminding me.. that real frienship has nothing to do with being far away or many more differences.. it is an absolute notion.. in itself..</p> <p> ****************</p> <p>why is this post's title is "morning" beaties.. it is because.. I confess.. I have opened the card at the evening.. but have taken the photos in the morning.. re-reading my card.. and  having morning cofee and some cinnamon apple cake.. </p> Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20619855.post-53826357140654096932008-10-10T08:58:00.001+03:002008-10-10T08:58:36.382+03:00small things that make....<p> </p> <p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/hndnnln/SO7vCPBPJeI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/9PQR_nCS9Mc/s1600-h/S37000273.jpg"><img style="border-top-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="253" alt="S3700027" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/hndnnln/SO7vCxmWpGI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/47T-vlFjUec/S3700027_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="260" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>my  dear friend <a href="http://brittarnhildshouseinthewoods.typepad.com/brittarnhilds_house_in_th/">Britt-Arnhild's</a> comment made me smile.. </p> <p>I wrote yesterday  that I had some cut outs hidden in my organizer..</p> <p>one of them is.. the following..</p> <p>"those who travel a lot.. may not be aware that they develop an estrangement.. </p> <p>this means being surrounded by a standart hotel room environment which shows  little differences from place to place,  as an ongoing lifestyle, drives the person in an unhappy and uncomfortable mood..</p> <p>the interaction between a person and the environment is very important for daily life performances..</p> <p>working and resting  and all the similar activities are related to the atmosphere of the place where the person is .  <br /></p> <p>at the place where we live permanently, there are many details that make us comfortable and reminds us where we belong ..  these make this place special for us.. <br />that is why , as a frequently travelling person, I  put some very personal objects in my luggages first of all..</p> <p>and in the hotel room I display them on the table .. as soon as I come in..</p> <p>this corner of the table becomes me.. and the objects  sustain my relation with Myself.. </p> <p>it's the objects that do not let us.. forget about.. moments.. affections .. memories.. the past in all its authenticity  and undeniable purity.. <br />fahrettin aykut.. architect.."</p> <p> </p> <p>I had this cut out for years.. that is why I smiled.. I do this when I travel.. Britt says she does it too..</p> <p>have a wonderful trip to india Britt.. and don't forget  take  a small part of home.. with you.. </p> Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20619855.post-87903335995121587802008-10-08T16:13:00.002+03:002008-10-08T16:27:11.691+03:00wednesday dissertation : private heaven on earth.....<p> </p> <p><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/hndnnln/SOyx1p0ClEI/AAAAAAAAAQs/E-5B_eXLu_c/s1600-h/S3700256%5B3%5D.jpg"><img style="border-width: 0px;" alt="S3700256" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/hndnnln/SOyx3IQJKBI/AAAAAAAAAQw/y7SpCjWmOlg/S3700256_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" border="0" width="200" height="260" /></a> </p> <p>I have a blog in turkish.. the link is on the right.. for whoever would like to have a look.. I talk about this and that and all.. and a group wonderful readers.. friends.. do come to visit me..leaving profound comments and sometimes pushing me to think from another point of view.. </p> <p>yesterday I was not in the mood to add a post.. but knowing they are waiting for one.. /yes I am proud to say this.. if I don't post everyone..is alarmed.. I am such an organized blogger over there.. hope I will be in this blog as well/ I added a paragraph I have read a long time ago.. from an interview with a turkish writer.. buket uzuner.. </p> <p>she was describing her small office.. lots of books on the bookshelves.. tables on which to read and write.. armchairs for nesting..lots of photos of istanbul and NY.. a pc.. coffee machine.. mugs.. and she notes.. </p> <p>"this is private heaven on earth for me.. because there I have only Myself as company ..</p> <p>it is a great liberty for a human being .. to own four walls.. to sit and look at.. the photos.. or nothing.. as long as he/she wants .. without having to do nothing for nobody.. </p> <p>being alone with her/himself is important for everyone.. but for me.. this is a Must..</p> <p>coffee odour in the room.. chopin or bülent ortaçgil playing ..I can hear the voices of the flower and pastry street sellers..but they are all outside.. and I spend time in my writing place.. reading .. writing.. thinking .. by Myself.. </p> <p>if I could't do this.. I wouldn't be Me"... she said..</p> <p>I had cut the magazine and hidden it inside my organizer.. and have read it from time to time.. yesterday I added this to my blog and asked to my blogger friends.. where is Your Private Heaven on Earth..</p> <p>all woman bloggers described very detailed places.. some a kind of a cosy livingroom cum library.. some a craft room.. some even a place where they have been before and loved very much.. some the countryside..</p> <p>a male friend.. answered.. " my secret garden is my own brain.. this is the only place which I own totally ".. </p> <p>my first reaction was feeling sorry for him..it seems as though he feels uncomfortable in real life.. but then I thought.. </p> <p>lots of things.. and wrote today's post..in atalet blog.. </p> <p>and I wanted to share in here too.. trying to summarize.. as it has become two posts on one day..</p> <p>why do women first describe a perfect place for themselves.. and why man can simply retract into their brain .. is it because we woman don't slet them have or design any place at home .. or is it because they don't take care of the decoration for dreaming.. or what?? what was the reason.. for woman to describe a place reflecting themselves..in order to be able to go to the same place as man =P .. into their own brain..</p> <p>was it harder for women to concentrate or.. to dream.. are we all procrastinators??..</p> <p>I am an avid reader of some newspaper column writers.. some are woman.. and some are working from home..I have read most of these ladies complaining about daily life problems intervening into their work.. such as their housemaids asking "what shall I cook for dinner.. I have to go to the super market.. or the washing machine is broken again .. shall I call the service" while they are in the middle of a very serious article..and they said.. I suspect male column writers having a similar problem..</p> <p>at the hospital.. sometimes my kids call me while I am examining a patient to talk about something really simple.. and don't want to call later.. want to talk right away.. they have never done this to my husband..they have tried once.. but he resisted .. saying I don't want to be called for this kind of things.. I am a doctor.. I work.. and they obeyed.. not me.. I am doctor.. and I work..=P..</p> <p>another woman feminist writer zeynep oral told once.. "even in the most democratic countries.. or places.. or couples.. life isn't "sharing equally" it is "dividing"..the responsabilities.. between the couples.." </p> <p>and I agree.. I don't want to blame men for this.. </p> <p>the perfectionist and detailed way of thinking of women has its contribution in it .. can you expect from a man to understand why you are tidying up your bedroom too while you have only invited people over dinner.. =P..a man does this and changes the sheets under very different conditions than family receptions..=D a woman does it..often.. because she thinks.. if .. in case.. anyone suddenly faints or has to make an intimate phone call and needs to go in the bedroom..=P</p> <p>and also our kids have a contribution in it .. I always used to send over my DH when our son was a baby and wept during the night.. he was a quiet little boy and just needed a gentle tapping to go back to sleep..and DH could do this.. It went on until the day.. my son rose up in the bed and asked for "mommyyyyy... not dadyyyyy".. </p> <p>yes..of course kids have their rights and choices.. as well as DH's.. and family.. and close friends .. they have their rights .. and choices..</p> <p>and we woman.. starting from the moment we wake up..we have to think about.. take care.. prepare.. organise.. things.. for our family life.. which I adore.. do not misunderstand my thoughts as complainings.. these are just observations.. dissertations..</p> <p>and when someone asks women suddenly.. what could be heaven on earth for "yourself".. they are describing a tidy.. comfy.. beautiful.. feminine place.. with music they prefer.. and normally this is a place to "be alone".. and "do what You want" place.. they design a place .. in order to go to the same place as men.. into their own brains..</p> <p>this male blogger friend of mine.. he said there are flying elephants over a muticloured sky and other extraordinary things in there.. in his brain.. </p> <p>when .. women go into our brains.. to find lists... things to do lists .. things that haven't been done lists .. things not done and therefore disturbing our conscience lists.. and these push us out..into real world again..</p> <p>I told to my friend.. "don't be plaintive.. this is luxury.. heaven on earth being your own brain.. and this.. being the only place that you really own.. </p> <p>because we don't own it either..</p> <p>***************</p> <p>I have added the cover photo of "country homes &interiors" october issue.. I loved this corner.. couldn't find it on their website.. so I took a photo of the photo =D.. adding my reading glasses.. to go and visit this photographer's site..click <a href="http://www.lucindasymons.com/">HERE</a> she has taken lots of "heaven on earth" photos..=)</p> <p>***************</p> <p>I have decided to start .. wendesdaydissertations .. and friday writers ..categories.. I hope I can .. and promess they will not all be so long..=P</p> <p>***************</p><p><a href="http://www.buketuzuner.com/default.asp?L=EN">buket uzuner</a> is a turkish woman writer.. she has novels and travel notes published in english as well.. I loved" the long white cloud gallipoli".. a fancy novel about the love and marriage of an ANZAK .. soldier and a turkish country girl during the WW I..<br /></p> <p>you can of course tell me before you leave .. what would be your private "heaven on earth".. and comment about differences of life between "men and women".. as much as you wish..</p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20619855.post-77857192564229430692008-10-07T16:08:00.001+03:002008-10-07T16:08:03.829+03:00grey tray =P..<p> </p> <p>I recently changed my attitude.. towards colour..</p> <p>I want all in cream.. pearl .. grey.. anthracite..</p> <p>no I don't have plenty  of  paint .. in these colours.. I mix them up myself.. always the same shades.. =P..</p> <p>don't ask me why... is it the inflence of all these photos I see at the blogs and/or decorating magazines.. after all these are not my favorite colours.. I like autumnal bright colours.. browns greens..  auburns..</p> <p>I am sure this is a reversible mood..</p> <p>and I try to limit myself though..to small objects..</p> <p>so the latest cream grey collection I have created..</p> <p>an old and worn tray set.. </p> <p>painted..</p> <p><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/hndnnln/SOtfGo2v-RI/AAAAAAAAAQM/v4mOUSEMk1M/s1600-h/S3700134%5B2%5D.jpg"><img style="border-top-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="184" alt="S3700134" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/hndnnln/SOtfHJ8mD-I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/0H8oTRIvUBE/S3700134_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>there was a herringbone design inside.. </p> <p>I think it looks quite stylish.. and shows  off my new cookie jars..</p> <p><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/hndnnln/SOtfJCtbaqI/AAAAAAAAAQU/JHVV8-vdvRc/s1600-h/S3700133%5B2%5D.jpg"><img style="border-top-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="184" alt="S3700133" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/hndnnln/SOtfJhhynlI/AAAAAAAAAQY/YEjCUfF1lXI/S3700133_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /></a></p> <p>and.. every object must hide something.. a small surprise..</p> <p>so I decoupaged a toile de jouy print.. underneath ..</p> <p>I had some toile fabric.. I photocopied the fabric.. and coffee tinted the paper to make it look "old" then pasted with my magic wallpaper paste/white glue homemade paste.. some matte acrilic varnish.. </p> <p>ready for service.. now.. </p> <p>would you like  to join me..??</p> <p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/hndnnln/SOtfL6TH_bI/AAAAAAAAAQc/sv4dW4DPvwc/s1600-h/S3700136%5B2%5D.jpg"><img style="border-top-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="184" alt="S3700136" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/hndnnln/SOtfMg9_ypI/AAAAAAAAAQg/-DFLvI3Wbb8/S3700136_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /></a></p> Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20619855.post-23464551968436030592008-10-06T09:35:00.003+03:002008-10-06T16:10:04.849+03:00a weekend with bloggers<p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/hndnnln/SOmxMmBqlUI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Dpa3JL09VUo/s1600-h/S3700205%5B4%5D.jpg"><img style="border: 0px none ;" alt="S3700205" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/hndnnln/SOmxOnxPsmI/AAAAAAAAAO4/tbfWSlfBVLk/S3700205_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="562" border="0" height="500" /></a></p> <p> </p> <p>I have had a wonderful weekend..</p> <p>each day shared with friends..</p> <p>friday a blog friend visited me..<a href="http://eceninbalkonu.blogspot.com/">ecem..</a></p> <p>we knew each other from the posts.. but had never met before..</p> <p>she came with gifts to me.. as though she wasn't a gift herself..</p> <p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/hndnnln/SOmxQPToHKI/AAAAAAAAAO8/Qn5YivcY8ho/s1600-h/S3700212%5B4%5D.jpg"><img style="border: 0px none ;" alt="S3700212" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/hndnnln/SOmxR-Vbw6I/AAAAAAAAAPA/stc7eJGN8bA/S3700212_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="660" border="0" height="500" /></a> </p> <p>these are crocheted napkin rings.. each topped with a needle lace violets.. called "oya" </p> <p>violet.. purple.. plum these are my colors.. </p> <p><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/hndnnln/SOmxTACZBzI/AAAAAAAAAPE/uNPwbd4DPRE/s1600-h/S3700206%5B4%5D.jpg"><img style="border: 0px none ;" alt="S3700206" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/hndnnln/SOmxVK2kh5I/AAAAAAAAAPI/sc1JVG-0Qxk/S3700206_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="537" border="0" height="500" /></a> </p> <p>a close-up to the violets..</p> <p><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/hndnnln/SOmxWOpfsrI/AAAAAAAAAPM/Y6t_rZpclvI/s1600-h/S3700207%5B4%5D.jpg"><img style="border: 0px none ;" alt="S3700207" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/hndnnln/SOmxXtE9qAI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/7eIjcbMA3jw/S3700207_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="502" border="0" height="500" /></a> </p> <p>and then there was tis mexican hat..</p> <p><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/hndnnln/SOmxYkwFS4I/AAAAAAAAAPU/uZIoBmyIppU/s1600-h/S3700209%5B4%5D.jpg"><img style="border: 0px none ;" alt="S3700209" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/hndnnln/SOmxZ6ViT4I/AAAAAAAAAPY/k7N-PNOFgpg/S3700209_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="562" border="0" height="500" /></a></p> <p> </p> <p>hiding a thimble in itself.. an exquisite one.. notice the inlaid agate.. and flowers again.. a girl must be chic.. even when she sews..=)</p> <p>her mother made these for her.. when she got married.. and she gave it to me..what can it be called if not..a gift from the heart.. </p> <p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/hndnnln/SOmxbE9cS_I/AAAAAAAAAPc/yTSPXGj9cls/s1600-h/S3700211%5B4%5D.jpg"><img style="border: 0px none ;" alt="S3700211" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/hndnnln/SOmxcgM7x2I/AAAAAAAAAPg/wEDcYbLXsn0/S3700211_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="552" border="0" height="500" /></a></p> <p>a crocheted book mark.. with three small "oya" flowers.. </p> <p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/hndnnln/SOmxdsUOkSI/AAAAAAAAAPk/P82ERPVvUYM/s1600-h/S3700214%5B4%5D.jpg"><img style="border: 0px none ;" alt="S3700214" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/hndnnln/SOmxewYDgqI/AAAAAAAAAPo/e_4NeUeygy8/S3700214_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="534" border="0" height="500" /></a></p> <p>and two magnets.. one of them has a scarf around her head.. notice the "oya" around it.. this is a typical turkish contry woman .. and these "oya"s tell all a story..</p> <p>each motif has a meaning.. I am in love say some.. I am married and happy say another.. a new mom's oya is different than the one of the woman who is waiting her sweetheart .. coming back from the military service..if you have a problem with your m-i-l .. there is a different motif..</p> <p>the silent messaging system of the eastern people..</p> <p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/hndnnln/SOmxfk-AL8I/AAAAAAAAAPs/GTziPpxmdrE/S3700219%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800"><img style="border: 0px none ;" alt="S3700219" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/hndnnln/SOmxiITlUVI/AAAAAAAAAPw/3o2lByNNMjQ/S3700219_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="472" border="0" height="500" /></a></p> <p>the other magnet.. went directly to my lacey desk.. </p> <p>** </p> <p>saturday I met two most beautiful young lady bloggers..</p> <p>this time my turn..</p> <p>they are collecting magnets.. and .. I have surprises for them from.. alaçatı.. the shape of the original typical doors of alaçatı village.. </p> <p>the packages .. were the free share of another blogger <a href="http://lorigardner.typepad.com/this_is_me/2008/10/note-pocket-fre.html?cid=133355861#comment-133355861">Lori Gardner..</a> just in time to do sweet gift packages.. thank you lori..</p> <p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/hndnnln/SOmxkwWTm9I/AAAAAAAAAP8/g3H-UfmuSM0/s1600-h/S3700204%5B4%5D.jpg"><img style="border: 0px none ;" alt="S3700204" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/hndnnln/SOmxlki-D0I/AAAAAAAAAQA/eWgWaAEwTc0/S3700204_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="525" border="0" height="500" /></a> </p> <p>and came sunday.</p> <p>a breakfast by the seaside.. </p> <p><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/hndnnln/SOmxm522PrI/AAAAAAAAAQE/hgZ_YpJa9b0/s1600-h/S3700226%5B4%5D.jpg"><img style="border: 0px none ;" alt="S3700226" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/hndnnln/SOmxoT2l80I/AAAAAAAAAQI/XpZC9FUTyqg/S3700226_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="660" border="0" height="500" /></a></p> <p>with another blogger friend of mine.. <a href="http://kayipsimurg.blogspot.com/">simurg..</a></p> <p>teaching me the details of taking nice photos.. I don't know if I will be as talented as her.. anytime.. but this has so nice to chat about everything.. and nothing.. over our coffees by the sea..</p> <p>coming back home.. <a href="http://brittarnhildshouseinthewoods.typepad.com/brittarnhilds_house_in_th/">Britt Arnhild</a> has chosen me as the blog of the week..</p> <p>big hugs and love from me .. from istanbul.. Britt.. I will do my best this week..=)...</p> <p>*****************</p> <p>the book in the first picture.. is .. Muthan Mungan's.. one of my favorite writers.. "the cities of woman".. these were stories.. each story was about a woman and one city.. interesting and emotional..</p> <p>don't you think some male authors do understand deeply the emotional life of woman better than some woman..</p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20619855.post-73007871854901283142008-10-03T18:50:00.002+03:002008-10-03T18:53:50.319+03:00conversation topic: decoration<p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/hndnnln/SOY_VWqWH2I/AAAAAAAAAOo/oI19wD9FSD4/s1600-h/kadin%20kurabiye%5B3%5D.jpg"><img style="border-width: 0px;" alt="kadin kurabiye" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/hndnnln/SOY_XXo7AZI/AAAAAAAAAOs/jPMkMUsCAVg/kadin%20kurabiye_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="200" border="0" height="260" /></a> </p> <p>we have had a conversation about home decoration today.. with my daughter..</p> <p>she had come to my desk while I was reading my mails.. and she wanted to show me the video of her cat.. leke and herself playing in the morning..</p> <p>she is a touchy girl..</p> <p>the fumbled over the desk.. and touching my purple bowl..</p> <p>why did you put this bowl under the glass she asked..</p> <p>this is the only thing that fits in it.. it is so small.. </p> <p>mmm.. so you have to put something under it.. you really need to..??..</p> <p>I have seen people putting bird nests.. eggs under the glass cloches..I loved it.. wanted some display looking like these..than I showed her one of the inspiration photos I had saved on the desktop..</p> <p>she looked and said..</p> <p>mmm... this is not suitable for our family.. everyone would touch it..than the egg would broke.. and the nest would be torn apart..can you imagine our uncles visiting.. they would ask you WHY's.. they woulş all talk about it.. and finally you would go crazy ..</p> <p>I love her summarizing our life.. simply but true..</p> <p>you are right I said laughing.. no need to invite stress ..=) that is why no eggs for us..</p> <p>she frowned a minute and asked..</p> <p>why are you painting everything white or light grey or beige..you should use black.. can you imagine this room all in black.. it would be super..</p> <p>I closed my eyes.. and imagined.. yes.. it would be.. black matte walls shiny satin and velveteen black chairs.. sofas.. maybe some anthracite and silver.. </p> <p>then I answered..</p> <p>yes you are right.. it would be fabulous..BUT your father doesn't like it..even more.. he hates this.. </p> <p>white cannot stand us.. she said..we aren't a white family..</p> <p>yes I know I said..</p> <p>that is why I only paint small things in white..</p> <p>this is good she said..</p> <p> </p> <p>then I went to the bathroom.. and I have seen the big dark stain on the white linen lining of the basket..counted on my fingers.. ten days..I still didn't finish to decorate and they have already started to put it apart..</p> <p> </p> <p>I think I need a place to decorate.. for myself.. or other people.. "white friendly" people.. </p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20619855.post-23046592452129419462008-10-02T13:29:00.002+03:002008-10-02T16:21:27.132+03:00perfect desk .. part two..<p>I have accumulated lots of things..on my to do list.. <br />and I have decided to go spot by spot..</p> <p> <br />the upstairs bathroom is finished.. I will add some pictures later.. <br />next will come the powder room.. <br />for the moment I am playing around my desk .. </p> <p>I have surfed to find some inpirations about how to embellish my mail organizer..</p> <p>it is dear to my heart..</p> <p>they threw this beauty out while they were decorating the clinics at the hospital..</p> <p>and my DH brought it home ..</p> <p>I painted it in a pale bue and used it for years.. it started to look distressed.. now it is time to change the look .. <br />first I  tried my hand on stamping a classical architectural pattern and a fleur de lys pattern in purple paint.. <br />but I didn't like it.. <br />then I repainted it in grey.. </p> <p>and I added some more lace.. <br />no lace is enough for me.. <br />even at the workspace..=P </p> <p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/hndnnln/SOSie4BoheI/AAAAAAAAAOI/0LYexbCVzdI/s1600-h/S3700137%5B5%5D.jpg"><img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; margin: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="200" alt="S3700137" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/hndnnln/SOSigSh90RI/AAAAAAAAAOM/QlkQINQ0_NI/S3700137_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="260" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>this time I used some purple lace .. <br />I had bought it to trim a blouse I had.. <br />and there was some leftover in my ribbon box.. cut to size.. <br />and pasted to the mail organizer.. <br />it looks great.. isn't it?? <br />we don't have Mod podge in here.. so I use a paste I prepare... I mix wall paper adhesive and some white glue.. which dries clear ..and embeds even heavy papers and fabrics..and surfaces whatever I am pasting.. <br />then I varnish with some water based varnish.. </p> <p>now it looks fine to me.. <br />maybe some purple lines on the edges.. will make it more tailored.. <br />I will also  add a tassel or a monogram in the center.. <br />a diamante monogram  maybe.. </p> <p>I have lined the inside of the drawer with some old book pages.. <br />a friend of mine.. gave me some old books.. which belonged to her mother.. <br />they are french detective novels and some classics as well.. </p> <p>some were torn and the covers were missing.. <br />I keep the ones which are in good condition.. read them.. use them as display pieces.. <br />but the torn ones.. <br />I have decided to use them for crafting.. <br />I had seen on Martha how to do the scented paper for drawers.. <br />I made my own way.. <br />I have first covered a piece of cardboard with these papers then put it in big nylon bag.. added some lavender oil.. and left it closed for some days.. <br />then I placed it in the drawer..</p> <p><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/hndnnln/SOSihwnFV7I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/p6yqeuNlHa0/s1600-h/S3700145%5B3%5D.jpg"><img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="200" alt="S3700145" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/hndnnln/SOSijMYmUwI/AAAAAAAAAOU/giwwvvX3Ka4/S3700145_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="260" border="0" /></a> <br />It smells wonderful when I leave the drawer half open.. <br />isn't life too short not to enjoy.. <br />we shouldn't miss any moment.. </p> <p>I showed the picture of the prosperity bowl.. <br />this is a story I have learned this summer on holiday.. <br />a very beautiful lady sitting at the boot on the open market in alaçatı.. <br />told me.. that purple is a depressive colour.. <br />but it also is the colour of prosperity.. <br />I knew about depression..although this colour inspires me and feels me up with energy.. <br />but prosperity.. <br />no.. <br />she said.. during the ottoman empire.. <br />the banknotes were printed with purple ink.. </p> <p><img style="margin: 0px" src="http://img81.imageshack.us/img81/8331/59acf0.jpg" /> </p> <p>so colour purple became the symbol of prosperity for anatolian people.. <br />that suits me.. <br />I love when we mix up all things and beliefs.. <br />this is globalization to me.. <br />this lady told me to put some coins  some water in it (my own tabletop wishing well) <br />and to put it to the west side of my house .. which is the prosperity side.. in Feng Shui.. <br />I smiled.. <br />and did it.. <br />why not.. </p> <p><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/hndnnln/SOSikeiHiZI/AAAAAAAAAOY/YLuGn78Vzzk/s1600-h/S3700139%5B5%5D.jpg"><img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="260" alt="S3700139" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/hndnnln/SOSik9i9VqI/AAAAAAAAAOc/IFggsc9l850/S3700139_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="256" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>I have bought three of these bowls one big and two very tiny ones.. <br />one of them sits on my desk.. =) <br />to remind me.. to mix and match different energies to embellish my life.. </p> <p><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/hndnnln/SOSimPfgo6I/AAAAAAAAAOg/1Bjg7LuO_m8/s1600-h/S3700141%5B5%5D.jpg"><img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="223" alt="S3700141" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/hndnnln/SOSimu5JT3I/AAAAAAAAAOk/4jJpU-UyQ-Q/S3700141_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="260" border="0" /></a></p> <p>attention to the fine details at the tulip pattern..tulip bulbs originated from turkiye.. and the stylised tulip design is used for embroidery.. ceramic painting.. miniatures.. and all kind of graphic  arts..</p> <p>still to do at the deskplace..</p> <p>some holders..and a suitable tassel and monogram for the mail organizer..</p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20619855.post-42492684340077197172008-09-29T17:47:00.001+03:002008-09-29T17:47:00.519+03:00a perfect office..<p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/hndnnln/SODqO_Wow0I/AAAAAAAAANU/0wQo7PuH0Hg/s1600-h/desk%5B4%5D.jpg"><img style="border-top-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="192" alt="desk" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/hndnnln/SODqPpA0kbI/AAAAAAAAANc/X49JIIxWhCY/desk_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="252" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>my home office.. is very small..</p> <p>and this is enough for me..</p> <p>as I don't work from home..</p> <p>don't you also think that size doesn't matter.. =)..what is important is ..whether  it  reflects your   spirit ..or not..</p> <p>every girl needs a place..to write down notes.. whether these are blog posts..thank you notes to sweethearts or..or information notes to teachers ..</p> <p>my desk is a gift from a friend of my DH..</p> <p>it is an old drop front small desk..with three hidden drawers.. </p> <p>his father who was a dentist  used it at his office.. </p> <p>as we like to collect old furniture.. especially those with memories.. he gave it to us.. </p> <p>it is a male desk.. straight.. simple.. but paired with the curvy lines of my french chair.. it is more feminine..</p> <p>I topped it with  some accessories..</p> <p>it became  a perfect spot for ME..</p> <p> </p> <p>a simple purple desktop from ikea</p> <p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/hndnnln/SODqQr0hRjI/AAAAAAAAANg/pSOnNE7JrRk/s1600-h/ikea%20sumen%5B6%5D.jpg"><img style="border-top-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="192" alt="ikea sumen" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/hndnnln/SODqRJSObhI/AAAAAAAAANk/qiqK7j8fVz0/ikea%20sumen_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="252" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>paired with some leftover black  lace </p> <p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/hndnnln/SODqSVjUI9I/AAAAAAAAANo/9M0IXq_MzjM/s1600-h/dantel%20detay%5B6%5D.jpg"><img style="border-top-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="192" alt="dantel detay" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/hndnnln/SODqTO7G_hI/AAAAAAAAANs/If7EKIGxxJw/dantel%20detay_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="252" border="0" /></a></p> <p>becomes a lacey accessory..</p> <p>it has a clean ribbon finish..</p> <p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/hndnnln/SODqUMhDHrI/AAAAAAAAANw/zYefQnLr-l0/s1600-h/dantel%20temiz%5B6%5D.jpg"><img style="border-top-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="192" alt="dantel temiz" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/hndnnln/SODqUtfXOFI/AAAAAAAAAN0/Bvrry7IaTZE/dantel%20temiz_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="252" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>and the closeup shows..</p> <p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/hndnnln/SODqViWLg5I/AAAAAAAAAN4/g-HttF_47Z4/s1600-h/closeup%5B6%5D.jpg"><img style="border-top-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="192" alt="closeup" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/hndnnln/SODqWxCHe1I/AAAAAAAAAN8/nSl8kFUXRxg/closeup_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="252" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>the freshly painted not yet finished mail organizer.. / it has it's own history/</p> <p><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/hndnnln/SODqYOLkmZI/AAAAAAAAAOA/yeZa7cFoSCU/s1600-h/S3700112%5B6%5D.jpg"><img style="border-top-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="192" alt="S3700112" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/hndnnln/SODqY9z1weI/AAAAAAAAAOE/PjFouuHFL3w/S3700112_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="252" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>and a small cloche.. hiding a purple prosperity bowl../this has it's own story as well =P..</p> <p>I must say I was haunted with the idea of  having a cloche.. =)</p> <p>this one  is one of my last two acquisitions.. but I still have not found the one in my dreams.. </p> <p>this is from where I write .. I read blogs.. I day dream looking at the garden ..</p> <p> </p> <p>tomorrow is the ramadan feast.. a holiday in  turkiye..</p> <p>we will be with the family.. for three days..</p> <p>I love holidays.. </p> <p>who doesn't</p> Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20619855.post-18543215707151027022008-09-26T12:38:00.004+03:002008-09-26T14:28:45.950+03:00yes I have been back...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHJ1p7Cf2RITFBm6NhVxdqPLtJOKFNV4wuuQ_q5s3BznO2JZxF14_NjDsTBTlD7Dl6Pus3yRcadpWqlOmIBLUF_8odAr_Su3Q1FUsqpeA4bfkI1KPip30_IXCFJJLYPL00uqMqNw/s1600-h/15.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHJ1p7Cf2RITFBm6NhVxdqPLtJOKFNV4wuuQ_q5s3BznO2JZxF14_NjDsTBTlD7Dl6Pus3yRcadpWqlOmIBLUF_8odAr_Su3Q1FUsqpeA4bfkI1KPip30_IXCFJJLYPL00uqMqNw/s320/15.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250270666958039330" border="0" /></a><br />I have been back for a time now..<br />life has taken its own routine..<br /><br />schools are open ..<br />my daughter has real "severe" adolescence problems..<br />"adolescentesque" as her french teacher very accurately .. defines her situation..<br />lots of tears and melancholy..<br />lots of obsessions.. an ongoing revolt on every subject..<br />she needs lots of empathy.. and sympathy..she eats up time.. and patience..<br /><br />my son .. this year.. he has become a young man..<br />I can see.. and feel the difference in him..<br />he wakes up easily.. gets ready in time.. as a grown up..<br />well he only shaves his face a couple of times in a week but..<br />he is calmer.. more hygiene-caring.. he goes out with his friends.. sometimes..<br />and my hearth doesn't bump any more in my chest until he comes back..<br />he has to enter the university exam next year..<br />he started already to study for this too.. on his own request and will..<br />a great change.. =)<br /><br />on my side..<br />the holiday was marvellous..<br />on the way back .. I have driven from my summer home up to Istanbul..<br />stopping at some places I have always wanted to..<br />most wonderful places on the eagian side of Turkiye..<br />then back to work of course..<br />and to craft..<br /><br />the big change is that.. we have a cat.. now..<br />a kitten.. who was trying to survive in the parking lot of the hospital.. where I work..<br />she had no mother.. no family.. relying on some milk the office person were giving him..<br />such a playfull and sweet little girl..<br />I invited insisted to take her home..<br />she frowned a bit.. but accepted in the end..<br />/this means I have spend a couple of hours trying to catch her..<br />and finally she colun't resist the movements of my index finger.. from the buttonhole of my doctor coat =D../<br />curiosity kills the cat they.. in this particular moment..<br />information satisfies.. the cat..<br />she is happily settled down..<br /><br />she gave a serenity to my daughter..<br />I knew it.. I told my DH already..<br />this will be great for us..<br />someone to take care.. and love..<br />I loved to read with a cat on my lap.. when I was a younster..=)<br /><br />I must tell that I own her my craftiness ..<br />I tried to make her a cosy bed .. <br />the first one I tried to do was a very un-successfull shoe box crafting..<br />I padded and covered .. it was awfull and nor soft enough to cuddle.. <br />the beds sold at the pet shops were so childish and unpractical..<br />that I googled and miss google offered so many catbeds and toys.. endless diy possibities..<br />/by the way..a turkish blogger friend of mine said that she believes "google" is a SHE.. because She knows so much .. and I completely agree/<br />yes miss google finally schocked me.. <br />with a great idea of hiding the cat litter tray inside a bathroom cabinet..<br />with a port hole for the cat ..<br />I jumped in the air..and..<br />having a very similar one in he attic I decided it is time for me to create.. <br />a similar litter box .. and why not..and other things too..<br />why not do some embellishment for autumn.. for the house..<br />starting with the bathroom..<br />and this is my story.. of exaggerating.. it always happens.. =D..<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzczwWcyEJZ3w9ZhKSe-wQ8iQlXjGtOAve0NURF4PfyYe1t43l9tm-5P8p-e0MExhyphenhyphenMC05rfO2SqVeorJY13GYpAFDjxcTTBoHLUTS0KK0Ao-CEkuMNmHVPI1dXN60d89kstHk3w/s1600-h/S3700102.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzczwWcyEJZ3w9ZhKSe-wQ8iQlXjGtOAve0NURF4PfyYe1t43l9tm-5P8p-e0MExhyphenhyphenMC05rfO2SqVeorJY13GYpAFDjxcTTBoHLUTS0KK0Ao-CEkuMNmHVPI1dXN60d89kstHk3w/s320/S3700102.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250277416552677266" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I first made the cat bed ..<br />as she is very small I made a small one .. so that she fits in perfectly and feels as if she was with her sisters and mother..<br />it is zipped on the back.. my daughter is putting a microwavable hotpack at the base every evening before they both go to sleep..<br />a warm kitten is a happy kitty..<br />ooh did I tell you we named her LEKE.. it means SPOT in my language..<br />I first thought about calling her "patchwork" .. <br />but it was a big name for a small kitten..<br /><br />if I make a list of what is happening in the crafting studio..<br />I can make a long list..<br />I finished..<br />* making the kitten's bed.. in dark plum and some checkered wool leftover fabrics..<br />* making a laundry bag.. armoire " curtains .. and basket cases.. with a blue&white;cream flower patterned fabric I had..<br />* painting in cream..the baskets.. the armoire .. <br />* rearrenged some accessories.. from other places of the home..<br />* reorganizing the armoire.. the towels and othe tids and bits..<br />* reorganizing my sewing and crafting corner .. <br />* tidying all the torn mag pages.. updating my "inspiration&project for the home" file..<br /> <br />I had bought new towels from datça.. here my summer house is..<br />I always buy sand coloured and white towels they look so fresh and french ..=)<br />they now look great in the rejuvenated cabinet..<br /><br />still to do's..<br />I will..<br />*insert a small display table..in the main bathroom.. and some accessories to create a period spa athmosphere..<br />*make some fabric or crocheted holders for the inside of the cabinets.. <br /><br />half did.. not really finished..<br />*painting in cream.. grey and dark grey..<br />a set of old and not good looking papier-maché trays.. <br />in a very dark brown colour...<br /><br />I have found in my stock of fabric.. a "toile de jouy"<br />just the right red colour ..<br />I have made some photocopies of the toile..<br />I will use them at the back of the trays..<br />on some boxes..<br />and under some pictures as a photomat..<br />this will go for the " pampering room"..<br />*painting in cream white and pink a shell shaped plaster plate..<br />it will be pearlised and varnished to hol soaps and other accessories..<br /><br />yes I have another project ..<br />and another.. and another..<br /><br />and a shopping list..<br />for the craft store..<br /><br />a happy blogger is a crafty blogger..<br /><br />the pictures are from leke..<br />and her bed..<br />some more arty photos will right be there..<br />thanks to leke..<br />she made the impossible mission of resetting my crafty mood =D..Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20619855.post-88773385111570930492008-08-09T14:19:00.002+03:002008-08-09T14:22:59.322+03:00on holiday..<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-exJUqF4yhMJRSB7MYGmtmk5WxRwddyql2XFuKNpvjNZmiYX8NCfqTmDihgg8FR17k_spbpQJVnYhXJffaBqJwjZPzp3M7MVzPLG7XVfnIY9h0c1kH5_H-A45gb5gQZmgBoBVCQ/s1600-h/S3700084.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-exJUqF4yhMJRSB7MYGmtmk5WxRwddyql2XFuKNpvjNZmiYX8NCfqTmDihgg8FR17k_spbpQJVnYhXJffaBqJwjZPzp3M7MVzPLG7XVfnIY9h0c1kH5_H-A45gb5gQZmgBoBVCQ/s320/S3700084.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232476550962695314" border="0" /></a><br /> much deserved...<br />sun sail sea..<br />seafood ..<br />wine..<br />breeze..<br />wave sound..<br />=)..<br />billions of stars..<br /><br />dans mon hamac..... =PUnknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20619855.post-64283812533942468232008-07-23T16:05:00.005+03:002008-07-23T18:39:41.518+03:00mass-crafting .. is it possible??<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYUWKKw4la5h_eLu1dResC-J8Vx1Z3f9Kqrb6YpVjT07tWoNsAtvcDBOX8Sbp88hDP7whIAGIbj3CxjUQ5ZuIE4VLJ3RiChM4lASV2tSvmEOso8SanZcyj9ji55GIcRQXp1ncFmA/s1600-h/S3700011.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYUWKKw4la5h_eLu1dResC-J8Vx1Z3f9Kqrb6YpVjT07tWoNsAtvcDBOX8Sbp88hDP7whIAGIbj3CxjUQ5ZuIE4VLJ3RiChM4lASV2tSvmEOso8SanZcyj9ji55GIcRQXp1ncFmA/s320/S3700011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226199506485989202" border="0" /></a><br />I have noticed ..I am crafting in mass..<br />lately..<br />this is principally contraversial to the idea of hand crafting..<br />each piece has to be unique isn't it.. this is the magic of being crafted..<br />but it feels as if I am participating to "changing rooms" program of BBC =P..<br />myself alone.. as the whole team..<br /><br />last sunday DH was on duty so..<br />I have..found time for re-decorating the back garden ..<br /><br />some parts of the banc were broken and changed ..<br />so I had to paint it..<br />but on the way home I have bought the summer copy of <a href="http://mci.blogs.marieclaireidees.com/">Marie Claire Idées</a>..<br />I love this mag..<br />it is full of stylish ideas to make yourself a beautiful and sereine niche..<br />what creates a problem for me.. is that I don't have so many places to decorate as the mag inspires..<br />so I change constantly..=P..<br /><br />this time on the last page..<br />there was an "<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Slate">ardoise</a> effect painting" technique which I loved..<br /><br />back home.. I have found out that I have all that I need.. black paint.. white paint .. mother of pearl looking effect paint.. so.. I have first started with the seat..<br />while waiting between coats.. I have repainted the sewing machine's metal base, the tray, some pots.. all ardoise looking now.. and some garden accessories all in different shades of grey..<br />it was another "different materials.. same paint" weekend..<br />just to keep a note of it..<br />wood, MDF, metal, wicker, plastic and clay..<br /><br />the <a href="http://www.marshallboya.com/Content.aspx?id=urundetay&urun_id=47&layout=urunler">mother of pearl colour effect</a> is just perfect.. dries quickly and shines under the sun..=)<br />and you can see some inspirating images and ideas from the <a href="http://www.keyshowroom.com/default.aspx?id=ilhamalin_keydergileri">online mag</a> by clicking on the front pages..<br /><br />here are the results..<br />=)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTKN3Ls_s2DdJpbOQd1lbtVeZAfVtTrZIaVX1nRbDb95ZtCdZ9cTqEah0MN8qyxOVbDSFPCma7TWUep81PSYyNZauQydQ9Yr1VX-hCW8NnNrlgT_kmzbaiXG_h8ecQQvq2Kc0fVg/s1600-h/S3700009.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTKN3Ls_s2DdJpbOQd1lbtVeZAfVtTrZIaVX1nRbDb95ZtCdZ9cTqEah0MN8qyxOVbDSFPCma7TWUep81PSYyNZauQydQ9Yr1VX-hCW8NnNrlgT_kmzbaiXG_h8ecQQvq2Kc0fVg/s320/S3700009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226199498514672482" border="0" /></a>I had seen a picture of a real ardoise sitting on a sewing machine and topped with geraniums in pots.. I think in BHG ..<br />I loved the look..<br />but couldn't find anything like this..<br />now the old butler's tray is fake-ardoise..<br />as the pots of flower stay humid on the underside.. the tray was getting mouldy very soon..<br />and in the search of finding something suitable ..<br />I have placed the metal rack - shaped trivet from IKEA.. which was just the size of the tray..<br />the two broken purple glass wineglasses fit in the metal lantern holders =P.. who's lanterns were broken..<br />I've also fixed the windchime's missing crystal.. which now shines between the greenery..<br /><br />I loved the overall look.. and..<br />poured some white wine,<br />have lit some candles..<br />and sat listening to my little fountain.. until very late...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjht9tQCRc_vRZgV2ULaa25nirAMUT2kB8QiB_gp9nOAySgXqa_-fKK09bnuw8SnoJJimc3UlVowAZOtjBW39uKz-hpPp6OUDQzOBu3FpQxm2fiYaRt828GbPqChKjnk65ADs_abA/s1600-h/S3700013.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjht9tQCRc_vRZgV2ULaa25nirAMUT2kB8QiB_gp9nOAySgXqa_-fKK09bnuw8SnoJJimc3UlVowAZOtjBW39uKz-hpPp6OUDQzOBu3FpQxm2fiYaRt828GbPqChKjnk65ADs_abA/s320/S3700013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226199493940355506" border="0" /></a><br />I am working a lot these days..<br />plus I am writing memories of my mother..<br />in my turkish blog..<br />and..<br /><br />the broken lamp is still hanging in the room..<br />and..<br />I am now starting to think.. maybe I will re-look it too..<br />any ideas.. ???Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4