 | Posted by Stay At Home Knit @ 11/21/2009 11:55 AM GMT1 | | <font color="red">Flowers</font>
I have finally took pic of yarn Paula has sent me:
So far I am certain to knit me anklet socks from chocholate one, and not so ceratin about knitting me a fancy scarf – lacey one – with green alpaca. Well, at least I wanna scarf out of that... | |
| Posted by Tri Sestre @ 07/10/2009 12:45 PM GMT-8 | | Prvi
Ovo je samo provjera! | |
| Posted by SUNella @ 04/14/2009 02:57 PM GMT1 | | Song of the day
U zadnjem kutku svoje dnevne sobe,
Dje nemoze doprjeti nepozvani pogled,
Na dnu svojih perpunih vetrina,
Krijes slatku fasciklju s natpisom Intima,
Medju slikama tebi dragih lica,
Dje cuvas svoje spomene i pisima,
Sve u formi poezije, stiha,
Nalazise moja ljubav tiha.
To su pjesme nikad... | |
| Posted by Hederine stranice @ 02/05/2008 02:21 PM GMT1 | | dobro došli
dobro došli!
zovem se Hedera,imam 7 godina i ovaj blog pišem uz pomoć mame.
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| Posted by moj web kutak @ 03/13/2007 08:28 AM GMT1 | | Što je na iglama
Pletem pamučnu majicu i vuneni lajbek, a tehnikom tuniskog kačkanja radim torbicu. Torbica je od poliakrila. Vunu za lajbek sam sama bojala.
Ova torba će izgledati kao da je tkana, toliko je čvrsta. To radim namjerno da ju ne moram podstavljati, da ostane čvrsta i da mi ništa ne... | |
| Posted by Pedro Chili @ 11/11/2006 11:54 AM GMT-8 | | Restoran Mirjana
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| Posted by Milos Novak Rants @ 11/19/2005 02:25 AM GMT1 | | Beginnings
MILOS JAKOV NOVAK
My name is Milos Jakov Kovak. I was born on 21 August 1982 in Vukovar, Croatia. When the war began in 1990 I was 8 years old. I still remember when the Serbians came into the city in their tanks, and on foot with guns. When I was just 8 years old, I was seeing the... | |
| Posted by slumbering life @ 10/04/2005 08:53 AM GMT1 | | weird week
It has been a weird week. -I saw an old partner who appeared in 2 pages in the newspapers, brings back memories. -I'm being hassled by a friend. -I have a ton of work. -The person I'm living with met my old neighbour through dance class, I was not aware of this but now is being hounded by this... | |
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