My daughter, a seven-year-old fashionista in spe, came from school the other day: “MAMA! Can you knit me such a round thing, you know, all around the body is just knit knit knit, and only your hands peek out in…
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Gone With the Wind. Everyone. Everything. Everywhere. Ends. All Will Be Good at the End.
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Autumn in Serbia smells like Ajvar. Autumn in Berlin smells like cold rain and the chill is coming up your spine and settling somewhere around your neck for the months to come. Except when mixed partnerships meet mixed food and everyone comes along…
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I discovered the whole craze of knitting top down, in the round, no seams etc. and I completely freaked out of happiness. You just knit a sweater in one peace, no sewing afterwards. YAY! Here is my first top down…
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Villa Amor – all said. Mexicans worship their Los Muertos – The Dead. They are present in daily rituals and cherished as a part of us. Old love – old VW Beetle. …
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