My Cervix Is High, Soft, And Large

Big toys for grown up boys

Humm, are now a few words ... How about if I talk about the pictures?
Did not I still be made: this "little" pear high 22 cm wide and 15 joined the ranks of my amigurumi in mid-December:) I used a crochet
massive ball of wool spinning Mafil, Zen, in a lovely pastel green <3 La foglia è composta da due strati di pannolenci, al cui interno è cucito un pipe cleaner per permettere di piegarla a piacere :)
juicy, right? : D

A yummy amigurumi pear for an extra dose of vitamin C:)
It Measures 22 cm x 15 cm and is crocheted with a soft green wool yarn from the spinning mill italian Mafil.


... I realized that Jake is monopolizing the blog, in recent times XD
here again as you capture with the "his" new toy.

Rainy And this is Jake, my li'l fur-ball:)




It Can Be Yours If You Want:) ... the plush, not Jake; D

And now ... admission of guilt with short survey! XD
What I donated last week ?!?!? XDDDD
Some clues:
- it was an impulse buy (and when ever ..?! XDD)
- all because of a giveaway;)
- looking back I feel like fainting, but ... I look forward to having him / her hands in between
response Saturday morning when I go to collect the parcel from the courier! : D I'm going
to kneel on peas;)))

Hugs, Anna

Phrase Congratulation Forwedding

Beauty of the Orient - Japan Time (Fosco Maraini)



Coming back from a gig a bit 'too underground for my taste, I feel the need to delight me with something sweet, beautiful.
I choose from my library "Japanese Time", by Fosco Maraini. A beautiful edition of 1957, given to me long ago by a person who taught me so much on the value of things from antiquity.
The book begins like this.


"We must heed for a moment to some differences in the pillars
fundamental universes of Asia and the West. For us the beauty
has not I know that from basically sunny and bright, so celarla
would be a contradiction, it almost inevitably to a s'accompagna
need some brilliance .... The great thing not only has to shine, but
is linked by narrow, deep and ancient underground veins with the truth.
All our aesthetic thought from Aristotle to Croce, is about the
relations of beauty with truth. And so our cities are being proclaimed in
squares and boulevards, colonnades and buildings. Their beauty grows to
sun, it is built organically. They are daughters of the social and
technique, but also of the dialectic and geometry.
In Japan, beauty is initiatory, it is worth, is the prize
of a long and sometimes painful research, intuition is final, possession
jealous. The beauty who is beautiful in itself has already undergone a lot of spirit
vulgarity. The historical relationship of this concept, rather than
real intellect, intuition leads us-lighting
(satori), taste (Shumi) and heart (kokoro). [In Japan] The
beautiful as always hidden, is necessarily aristocratic. The
Japanese cities are mere tools for life and work agencies
provisional serving their purely practical purposes. The beauty
course there, but we must first desire it, seek it, and perhaps
finally discover it will be given, then once conquered, it will
refreshes with unimagined sophistication elsewhere, including secluded gardens and
temples, or houses, where he really makes the perfect communion
man with his surroundings. E 'beauty as an island, time
whispered word, moment, is pure quality, which will then thrill of
always eternal nostalgia. "


What better start to fall asleep on a night where you want do not want to give way to dreams.