... a nine years at the end of the long dark corridor of my grandmother's house discovered a closet wall full of treasures, which his grandmother willingly gives his little niece, and saw that the little girl seem too complicated knitting crochet hooks and throws himself on the many soft wool and colorful, a little bit for fun and a challenge, with the help of a small booklet, here comes magically small pot holders, Vestini and hats for dolls ...
... the girl grows a little, and left and crocheted wool (never came as he wanted her) goes to the closet wall of the cellar-grandmother grandfather's workshop, and for mom's birthday she wanted a rocking chair and a rocking chair to take a kit a coil of wire and a pair of nippers, and with patience and a few small cut here they are ready, height 25 cm in all but ready ...
... and now the girl 'she became a mother, even now it is almost for the second time, and something arouses your attention, the boxes of colored beads that you can combine it to obtain more of the nice things for her and for those who are around, with small pliers and wire silver (no nicks on my hands this time, the wire is soft) ...
... never satisfied, even from your mother, eh! Never finds pearl in his pretty little town, and technology through a screen and a little magic discovers a world of beautiful things and small cakes, like Dido and its bimbre, but with a bit of heat can become what your imagination allows her hands to create ...
... looking for inspiration for his imagination is of special niches on the virtual screen, but that persons who have special and sweet to chat and chat and chat ...
... But the real world is not always a fairy tale from "once upon a time, and people who at first seemed really special they are a bit less, and this brings a little at a time without leaving your hands first and then the imagination, For where your imagination when teenage parents (now grandparents) that load the children (now parents) about their problems regardless of their feelings? ...
... But one day the time comes to say, "Enough!" and leave people in their broth, continuing to love him but do not get carried away more, and behold the imagination begins to get out, to want to look out on the virtual screen to get your fill of nice things, and his hands slowly begin to itch for the desire to create something more for themselves. It is a dream on the horizon, the fairy-tale cottage in a few months should be a small castle, and in this dream are there for a little bit of space is limited, and his hands take over smaller but a dream of many years ago, only a bit more courageous this time the mother-child grandmother will pull out of the closet with soft wool and paint not only hooks but also knitting, but not for dolls: the two girls who each day give so much love to their mother ...
A hug
Marilu
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