There once was a girl (it was 1913) called John. This girl fifteen infinitely loved life and dreamed of one day meet a prince who takes her away on his white horse.
Meanwhile, embroidering her trousseau with love and dedication, and enjoyed a world to draw the shapes that they then decorated the linen of her underwear.
To preserve his drawings, Joan had a checkered quanderno that, over time, had filled with patterns made by you and some who knows what cut from newspapers.
Well girls, this little tale to tell you that Joan was my beloved grandmother, the one that first (even before my mother) taught me to take stock of grass when I was about 5 years. Then the mother (ie her daughter) taught me the rest.
The quanderno was given to me by his daughter Joan, Laura, the sister of my dad and then my aunt.
The emotion that I took when I had the book in his hands is indescribable ...
So I got the idea to share the patterns my grandmother's (and slightly modified "primitivizzati") with you all.
So I got the idea to share the patterns my grandmother's (and slightly modified "primitivizzati") with you all.
To do this I created my new business, complete with a blog. Here's my logo (click on it you enter the blog):
If you like, there's a little present for you: the first three letters of an alphabet "spring" in section free. The other letters, also free, will follow shortly.
Well, dear friends, we look with a hot tea and a slice of cake. See you soon!
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