tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-276574332011-04-21T18:05:53.381-07:00Estellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07202719527885429646noreply@blogger.comBlogger111100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27657433.post-1150656776281612152006-06-18T11:41:00.000-07:002006-06-18T11:52:56.290-07:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3738/2917/1600/DSC00680.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3738/2917/320/DSC00680.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3738/2917/1600/DSC00682.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3738/2917/320/DSC00682.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">J'ai participé à une exposition ce week-end et c'est vraiment des moments que j'aime.</span></div><div align="center">J'y suis tellement dans mon élément.</div><div align="center">On y partage sa passion, et on découvre celle des autres. Il y a tant d'échanges. Et encore tant d'univers artistiques à découvrir...</div><div align="center">Les petites filles sont reparties avec un bracelet au poignet, et les plus grands avec un album photo personnalisé, un dessus de pot de confiture, un bougeoir brodé, des cubes photos ou des protège carnet de santé avec la frimousse de l'enfant qui les émerveille...</div><div align="center">Merci</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27657433-115065677628161215?l=dunfilalimagination.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Estellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07202719527885429646noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27657433.post-1147081903385564842006-05-06T15:09:00.010-07:002006-05-08T02:51:43.400-07:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Some say the heart is just like a wheel</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">When you bend it you can't mend it</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">And my love for you is like a sinking ship</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">My heart is on that ship out in mid-ocean</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">They say that death is a tragedy</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">It comes once and then it's over</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">But my one only whish is</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">for that deep dark abyss</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">for what's the use of living with no true lover</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">And it's only love and it's only love</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">That can break a human being and turn him inside out</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">That can break a human being and turn him inside out</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">When harm is done no love can be won</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I know it happens frequently</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">What I can't understand please God hold my hand</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Is why it should have happened to me</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">And it's only love and it's only love</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">That can break a human being and turn him inside out</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">That can break a human being and turn him inside out</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Some say the heart is just like a wheel</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">When you bend it you can't mend it</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">And my love for you is like a sinking ship</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">My heart is on that ship out in mid-ocean</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">And it's only love, it is only love</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">And it's only love, it is only love</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">And it's only love, it is only love</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">And it's only love, it is only love...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">The Corrs</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27657433-114708190338556484?l=dunfilalimagination.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Estellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07202719527885429646noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27657433.post-1147080083163939352006-05-06T15:09:00.009-07:002006-05-08T02:21:23.163-07:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3738/2917/1600/DSC00310.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3738/2917/320/DSC00310.jpg" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27657433-114708008316393935?l=dunfilalimagination.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Estellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07202719527885429646noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27657433.post-1147079790309841212006-05-06T15:09:00.008-07:002006-05-08T02:16:30.316-07:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3738/2917/1600/DSC00257.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3738/2917/320/DSC00257.jpg" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27657433-114707979030984121?l=dunfilalimagination.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Estellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07202719527885429646noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27657433.post-1147079602495368042006-05-06T15:09:00.007-07:002006-05-08T02:13:22.503-07:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3738/2917/1600/DSC00059.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3738/2917/320/DSC00059.jpg" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27657433-114707960249536804?l=dunfilalimagination.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Estellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07202719527885429646noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27657433.post-1146981333983782802006-05-06T15:09:00.006-07:002006-05-06T23:02:45.423-07:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3738/2917/1600/DSC00541.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3738/2917/320/DSC00541.jpg" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27657433-114698133398378280?l=dunfilalimagination.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Estellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07202719527885429646noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27657433.post-1146981725543119852006-05-06T15:09:00.005-07:002006-05-06T23:02:05.550-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3738/2917/1600/DSC00649.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3738/2917/320/DSC00649.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div align="center"><br /> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27657433-114698172554311985?l=dunfilalimagination.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Estellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07202719527885429646noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27657433.post-1146955987719152022006-05-06T15:09:00.004-07:002006-05-06T16:15:48.416-07:00<div align="center"><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3738/2917/1600/DSC00630.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3738/2917/200/DSC00630.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3738/2917/1600/DSC00629.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3738/2917/200/DSC00629.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3738/2917/1600/DSC00634.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3738/2917/200/DSC00634.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3738/2917/1600/DSC00633.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3738/2917/200/DSC00633.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Que peut-il y avoir de plus essentiel que ces moments de bonheurs partagés... qui continueront pour toujours à danser dans nos souvenirs?</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27657433-114695598771915202?l=dunfilalimagination.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Estellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07202719527885429646noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27657433.post-1146955276368073732006-05-06T15:09:00.003-07:002006-05-06T15:41:16.376-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3738/2917/1600/DSC00660.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3738/2917/320/DSC00660.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> Rudy voulait un dragon... </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Alors je lui en ai brodé un dans de la soie, avec du coton et des perles de nacres...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">"Pourvu qu'il t'accompagne dans tes rêves, mon Trésor... Et qu'il te fasse vivre de belles histoires et de merveilleuses aventures...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Parce qu'évidemment , maman t'a brodé un gentil dragon..."</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">"je t'aime Rudy"</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">Maman</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27657433-114695527636807373?l=dunfilalimagination.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Estellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07202719527885429646noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27657433.post-1146954706028016042006-05-06T15:09:00.001-07:002006-05-06T15:31:46.036-07:00<div align="justify"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3738/2917/1600/DSC00666.0.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3738/2917/320/DSC00666.0.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">J'ai brodé un papillon avec mon crochet de Lunéville dans de l'organza de soie, avec des perles nacrées, des paillettes, du fil d'argent, du fil de coton...</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27657433-114695470602801604?l=dunfilalimagination.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Estellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07202719527885429646noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27657433.post-1146953560353121242006-05-06T15:09:00.000-07:002006-05-06T15:14:27.403-07:00<span style="font-family:georgia;">Que dire ?</span><br />Que j'aime les fils à broder, le lin, le coton, la soie... et l'histoire du ver à soie... qui en tissant son cocon de son fil de soie m'offre la liberté de laisser aller mon imagination... guidée par mon petit crochet de Lunéville....<br />Je vous emmène...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27657433-114695356035312124?l=dunfilalimagination.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Estellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07202719527885429646noreply@blogger.com0