Stayfree Puting Veiedos

An award by a delicate person

My sweet Raffaella Old Pomegranate decided to assign me a premium for the sympathy ...

I am really speechless because never know to be trivial in a person's thoughts. Especially if you have never seen or know the tone of his voice ... I thank you very much Raffaella. Thank you for allowing me also to think in a time like this where virtually absent from the circle of daily blog. Thank you for this gesture. Really. This award asks me to tell "the day when ..."

And I'll tell you of that day when we started to prepare the home to grandma's house. And I and my aunt went to Standa wearing the same hat in two different colors. Mine was red and his beige. Both with the specks of gold lurex. I remember the mushroom-shaped red candle (which still exists today, even though it was completely ruined by the weather), I remember the decorations in the shape of strawberries with red rhinestones, hang from the tree, and I remember that the light chain peculiar and decidedly vintage : u na row of dolls snow skiers .. I remember, about six o'clock in the evening when it was dark outside, you turn on the lights and the tree was still there in the living room, small but significant , and I liked to gawk at them for days ... E I now turn the award to other blogs, but the gift each of you following me with affection and spontaneity. A hug