Well, its that time of year again; time for a new beginning, a new discussion.....so.....
Won't you share a thought or two?
A joke...or maybe a story?
Perhaps a snippet of your day?
Or your life in all its glory......
I invite you, one and all, to visit this new 2015 discussion and share whatever is on your mind.....the good, the bad...and the not too ugly.
Remember, you are among friends.
Even kittens like to share a yarn......
The 2014 Share A Yarn? discussion will be archived, but still available for reading and reminiscing.
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KAS member Valerie Zalewski might be able to help you Cherry as she lives in France. You could click on her name and see if she's able to help. I don't know how busy she is but she might be able to put you on to someone else who can help if she cannot?
The french on the first page alongside the photo is not important to the pattern. I suppose that it was taken from an oridginal article and the pattern then translated into Spanish, and this original photo page kept for the photo. The French merely stated that beautiful clothes can be made by associating brightly coloured motifs of all kinds, such as flowers, triangles etc. I'll google around a little to see if I can find the original.
Using the diagram is probably the best bet as the Spanish text is very sparse and gives very little instruction.
I tried to find something in English or French through Google Image research. There are lots of incidents of this photo appearing on the Web, in every language imaginable. The only problem is that they ALL link back to the Spanish blog a,nd this is only destined to show how to join the motifs tegether. The Spanish actually says that this model is easy to do if you take into account that you must have the flowers first then join them as the schema indicates. I'll continue to try and find the original French pattern.
I want to share this true story of helping someone else because we help the children feel self esteem and self worth every day here at KAS, and whatever their age or economic condition everyone needs to feel noticed and important. Just a lovely story. (shared with me by a friend) The fellow who posted this is a musician in a band in California, a rather rough looking individual from his Face Book Avatar but he's so kind in the discussion that goes with this story. You never can tell by looking at someone. :)
This is Jacobi Oscar Kafer. I stopped for coffee & to go the bathroom at a Starbucks in the Venice, CA area, & this gentleman walked up to my cycle today to spray windex on it, & clean it. My first reaction was "Stay away from the bike" then I stopped myself; he looked broken & mentally & physically worn from the sun, so I turned to him and said "Go ahead and clean it, I'm gonna run into Starbucks for coffee, & when I come out I'll give you $10". I've been meaning to clean my bike but I just haven't found the time to do it. The Starbucks was busy & I wondered when I came back out if he would still be there. When I returned, he was working up, down, & all around the bike. I've had my bike detailed at my local Harley dealership & it costs around $150 for them to do the same job this gentleman is doing right now for a fifteenth of the cost. I finished my coffee & told him I didn't want to take up anymore of his time today. I reached into my pocket & pulled out all of the spare bills I had that totaled a whopping $36 & handed them to him. I said I wished I had more to give him, & the expression of respect and joy that built up inside of him was immeasurable. As I bent down to unlock my Helmet, and after I had put it on my head, I reached into my saddle bag to organize a few things I was carrying, and as I did this, he starting working feverishly scrubbing my helmet clean right as I knelt there wearing it. I thanked him for a job well done & went on my way. I got about a half mile away when I decided to turn around. I found Jacobi in the corner of the parking lot crying with his head held down as tears ran down the bridge of his nose, as if to say I've had enough of the struggle & humiliation today. I asked him if could please take a photo of him with my cycle so I could remember him & this job he has done so well. Again he filled with great joy and gratitude for the little bit of respect I bestowed upon him. He stood proud and strong with an inherent sense of satisfaction & pride for his ability to bring happiness to another person & to contribute to something that brought someone else so much joy today. I was homeless for about a year around 1990 & 1991, so I understand some of what this man has to endure on a day to day basis. As I thanked him again & began to exit, more tears started streaming down his face. I said to him "please don't cry" "I have an old friend named Jacobi, & now I have a new friend named Jacobi". I saw my own feelings of self worth and pride shining through Jacobi as if he was my own child. Never take for granted a helping hand. Even if it's from someone whom you truly feel doesn't have a helping hand to give. We are all one. Sincerely, Ginger Fish
Thank you Jeanne, for this beautiful story...we hear of soooo many bad thing happening in the world, every hour, every day....what a 'ray of sunshine' this story is (viewed through the shimmer of my tears).
Oh, thank goodness for that....now if only I could persuade my hubby to see it in this light!!....lol
I just tried running it past mine, he laughed alot and shook his head. He's not buying it. LOL
Thank you for this perspective, Pam....just need to keep it in mind for 'next time'.....lol.