• dirdybirdy:Burning calories before Xmas lunch yesterday. Billy...
    on December 25, 2016 at 21:45

    A video posted by Dirdy Birdy (@dirdybirdy) on Dec 25, 2016 at 12:47pm PST dirdybirdy:Burning calories before Xmas lunch yesterday. Billy is too 😅 #billybutterball #dirdybirdy […]

  • Quererse
    on August 26, 2016 at 01:39

    Querers […]

  • Do-It-Yourself Fashion Thrives at the McCall Pattern Company
    on August 5, 2016 at 18:34

    Do-It-Yourself Fashion Thrives at the McCall Pattern Company […]

  • Jenna Lyons on the Skirt That Changed Her Life
    on August 5, 2016 at 18:34

    Jenna Lyons on the Skirt That Changed Her Life: Sobre la autoestima, crecer, confianza y el DIY […]

  • Cosas que hago cuando tengo tiempo libre
    on August 4, 2016 at 18:05

    Leer: libros (ficción o no ficción), artículos sobre cosas que me interesan, forosVer: videos (paso un montón de tiempo en youtube), series y películasHacer: origami, cocinar, crochet, coser, jugar juegos de mesa […]

  • Cosas que aprendí este fin de semana
    on August 1, 2016 at 21:56

    No todos los tejidos de punto se cosen igual. Compré las agujas dobles porque el jersey no me agarraba el zigzag, pero lycra no agarraba con las agujas dobles así que tuve que coserlo en zigzag y quedó muy bien (¡y fue fácil!) No sé por qué le tengo tanto miedo a coser algunas cosas. Claramente la pretina de la pollera y el cuello de la camisa me dejaron traumada, pero no todo es tan difícil de coser. Además, no sé por qué le tenía miedo a la costura francesa. Es fácil y queda lindísima. Además se ve mucho más prolijo que el sulfilado. Al final no era tan difícil hacer un molde de algo que ya tenías Lo linda que es la sensación de ponerse algo que hiciste por primera vez… ¡y que quede bien! O que necesite retoques menores, pero saber por dónde vienen. […]

  • ghibli-bunny: Delicious delicious cilantro~ I hate cilantro...
    on August 1, 2016 at 15:49

    ghibli-bunny: Delicious delicious cilantro~ I hate cilantro but I like bunnies […]

  • todaysdocument: It’s National Lipstick Day! “Daughter of...
    on July 29, 2016 at 20:44

    todaysdocument: It’s National Lipstick Day! “Daughter of neighbor applied lipstick in home of Harry Fain, coal miner. Inland Steel Company, Wheelwright #1 & 2 Mines, Wheelwright, Floyd County, Kentucky.”, 9/24/1946 Lee, Russell, 1903-1986, Photographer. Series: Photographs of the Medical Survey of the Bituminous Coal Industry, 1946 - 1947. Record Group 245: Records of the Solid Fuels Administration for War, 1937 - 1948 In 1946 the Department of Interior and the United Mine Workers agreed to a joint survey of medical, health and housing conditions in coal communities to be conducted by Navy personnel. Under the direction of Rear Admiral Joel T. Boone, survey teams went into mining areas to collect data and photographs on the conditions of these regions, later compiled into a published report. The bulk of the photographs were taken by Russell W. Lee, a professional photographer hired by the Department of Interior for this project. There are currently 1,300 digitized photos from the project now available in the National Archives Catalog. (Today’s find comes courtesy of @usnatarchives staff member Kirstin Holm, a museum registrar in the Presidential Materials Division.) […]

  • Hoy vas a ser feliz aunque el invierno sea frío y sea largo.Hoy...
    on July 29, 2016 at 20:40

    Hoy vas a ser feliz aunque el invierno sea frío y sea largo.Hoy vas a conseguir reírte hasta de tí y ver que lo has logrado. […]

  • Do it yourself
    on July 24, 2016 at 16:03

    Hacer cosas es la forma más importante de rebeldía en esta sociedad. Negarte a consumir, investigar y entender es todo lo que está en contra de lo que quieren inculcarte. Independizarte es un acto de rebeldía.Pocas cosas me hacen tan feliz como coser. Producir algo, materializar lo que imagino y poder usarlo. Dejar de quejarme porque las cosas no vienen de fábrica como las quiero y poder adaptarlas a mi. Es también entender mi cuerpo y aceptarlo como es. […]

  • Tengo dos máquinas de coser. Una en mi casa, portátil y bastante básica, pero que nunca tiene...
    on May 28, 2016 at 19:58

    Tengo dos máquinas de coser. Una en mi casa, portátil y bastante básica, pero que nunca tiene problemas, no me deja a pata ni se le enredan los hilos. Tiene un par de defectos - no tiene luz, la tapa no traba y no tiene algo para sostener el hilo - pero son casi todos estéticos y nada funcional.En la casa de mis padres está la otra, de mueble y cualquier cosa menos portátil. Borda, cose, soporta doble hilo y hasta tiene discos para programas automáticos. Pero de tan automática me cuesta manejarla, le rompo cosas, se me mezclan los hilos y se me saltan los puntos. […]

  • stuck-in-her-daay-dream:
    on April 24, 2016 at 20:46

    stuck-in-her-daay-dream: […]

  • Photo
    on March 22, 2016 at 16:31


  • Nomevoyaolvidar
    by flo on December 11, 2015 at 19:04

    Nos gusta pensar que hay cosas que nos marcan tanto que jamás vamos a olvidar. Nos gusta mentirnos que vamos a recordar cada detalle de este momento para siempre. La realidad es que todos crecemos y olvidamos y los detalles se vuelven más borrosos. Y ya las cosas no las recordamos como fueron si no … Continue reading Nomevoyaolvidar […]

  • Me gustan los nudes
    on September 18, 2015 at 17:51

    Me gustan los nudes […]

  • Photo
    on September 9, 2015 at 02:28


  • Vintage Lover de Color Show. Buen esmalte.
    on August 24, 2015 at 21:22

    Vintage Lover de Color Show. Buen esmalte. […]

  • MAC Rebel es mi labial preferido
    on August 24, 2015 at 21:19

    MAC Rebel es mi labial preferido […]

  • Estee Lauder Pure Color Envy in Tumultuous Pink
    on August 24, 2015 at 21:18

    Estee Lauder Pure Color Envy in Tumultuous Pink […]

  • Biscuits
    on August 12, 2015 at 18:50

    "This actually did happen to a real person, and the real person is me. I had gone to catch a train, This was April 1976, in Cambridge, U.K. I was about twenty minutes early. I'd got the time of the train wrong. I suppose it is at least equally possible," he added after a moment's reflection, "that British Rail had got the time of the train wrong. Hadn't occurred to me before."             "Get on with it." Fenchurch laughed. "So I bought a newspaper, to do the crossword, and went to the buffet to get a cup of coffee." "You do the crossword?" "Yes." "Which one?" "The Guardian usually." "I think it tries to be too cute. I prefer The Times.  Did you solve it?" "What?" "The crossword in The Guardian." "I haven't had a chance to look at it yet," said Arthur. "I'm still trying to buy the coffee." "All right then. Buy the coffee." "I'm buying it. I am also," said Arthur, "buying some biscuits." "What sort?" "Rich Tea." "Good choice." "I like them." Laden with all these new possessions, I go and sit at a table. And don't ask me what the table was like because this was some time ago and I can't remember. It was probably round." "All right." "So let me give you the layout. Me sitting at the table, on my left, the newspaper, on my right, the cup of coffee, in the middle of the table, the packet of biscuits." "I see it perfectly." "What you don't see," said Arthur, "because I haven't mentioned him yet, is the guy sitting at the table already. He is sitting there opposite me." "What's he like?" "Perfectly ordinary. Briefcase. Business suit. He didn't look," said Arthur, "as if he was about to do anything weird." "Ah. I know the type. What did he do?" "He did this. He leaned across the table, picked up the packet of biscuits, tore it open, took one out, and . . ." "What?" "Ate it." "What?" "He ate it." Fenchurch looked at him in astonishment. "What on earth did you do?" "Well, in the circumstances I did what any red-blooded Englishman would do. I was compelled," said Arthur, "to ignore it." "What? Why?" "Well, it's not the sort of thing you're trained for, is it? I searched my soul, and discovered that there was nothing anywhere in my upbringing, experience, or even primal instincts to tell me how to react to someone who has quite simply, calmly, sitting right there in front of me, stolen one of my biscuits." "Well, you could . . ." Fenchurch thought about it. "I must say I'm not sure what I would have done either. So what happened?" "I stared furiously at the crossword," said Arthur, "couldn't do a single clue, took a sip of coffee, it was too hot to drink, so there was nothing for it. I braced myself. I took a biscuit, trying very hard not to notice," he added, "that the packet was already mysteriously open. . . ." "But you're fighting back, taking a tough line." "After my fashion, yes. I ate the biscuit. I ate it very deliberately and visibly, so that he would have no doubt as to what it was I was doing. When I eat a biscuit," said Arthur, "it stays eaten." "So what did he do?" "Took another one. Honestly," insisted Arthur, "this is exactly what happened. He took another biscuit, he ate it. Clear as daylight. Certain as we are sitting on the ground." Fenchurch stirred uncomfortably. "And the problem was," said Arthur, "that having not said anything the first time, it was somehow even more difficult to broach the subject the second time around. What do you say? 'Excuse me ...I couldn't help noticing, er . . .' Doesn't work. No, I ignored it with, if anything, even more vigor than previously."   "My man .. ." "Stared at the crossword again, still couldn't budge a bit of it, so showing some of the spirit that Henry V did on St. Crispin's Day . ." "What?" "I went into the breach again. I took," said Arthur, "an-other biscuit. And for an instant our eyes met." "Like this?" "Yes, well, no, not quite like that. But they met. Just for an instant. And we both looked away. But I am here to tell you," said Arthur, "that there was a little electricity in the air. There was a little tension building up over the table. At about this time." "I can imagine."” "We went through the whole packet like this. Him, me, him, me . . ."   "The whole packet?" "Well, it was only eight biscuits, but it seemed like a lifetime of biscuits we were getting through at this point. Gladiators could hardly have had a tougher time."   "Gladiators," said Fenchurch, "would have had to do it in the sun. More physically gruelling." "There is that. So. When the empty packet was lying dead between us the man at last got up, having done his worst, and left. I heaved a sigh of relief, of course. "As it happened, my train was announced a moment or two later, so I finished my coffee, stood up, picked up the newspaper, and underneath the newspaper . . ."   "Yes?" "Were my biscuits."   "What?" said Fenchurch. "What?" "True."  "No!" The thing I like particularly about this story is the sensation that somewhere in England there has been wandering around for the last quarter-century a perfectly ordinary guy who’s had the same exact story, only he doesn’t have the punch line. […]