bolster, pillow, pillow .............. all my time is taken from this wonderful art. In my house you hear the sound of the spindles at all hours (except those in the middle of the night). During the day, if there are moments when you hear them singing, it's because at the computer to update my site, on the phone with friends who share my same passion, the courses we hold regular pillow at the Shrine of San Gennaro in Pozzuoli, or are in Torre del Greek friends who work with the pillow.
What it is suffering the most is my beloved blog with my friends and bloggherine cross stitch that I left a little ..... sigh, sigh .... Why
the days do not last 48 hours ?!?!?!?!!?
Do not worry, I'll find a way to forgive me !!!!!!
In the meantime I give you this beautiful bouquet of Narcissus crops in the garden of my mother
who can be seen over there ???????????????
It had to be my beloved TOMBOLO
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