It's Not My Tree: This one spurred me to write the blog

It's Not My Tree: This one spurred me to write the blog: Owners of a large Monterey Cypress tree was heavily damaged this past winter and while waiting to hire someone to take it down they took it ...

A Yankee-in-Belgrade: ABC Wednesday "R" is for "red" facade

A Yankee-in-Belgrade: ABC Wednesday "R" is for "red" facade: My bedroom is painted red, almost a blood red, and I love it. If I owned a house rather than an apartment, I just might paint it red too, l...

A Yankee-in-Belgrade: ABC Wednesday--"V" is for "Vane"

A Yankee-in-Belgrade: ABC Wednesday--"V" is for "Vane": N, S, E, and W are the letters I grew up seeing on a weather vane , but since I've been living in Serbia, I have to get used to seeing ...

Passion et Couture: What to do with pearls, beads and wire.

Passion et Couture: What to do with pearls, beads and wire.: Well....using pearls, beads and wire, we can create a number of accessories, today I want to show you a necklace, a bracelet and a ring I...

Adventures in Decorating: My Two Minutes of Fame ...

Adventures in Decorating: My Two Minutes of Fame ...: or less than that, if you're a quick reader!  Yes, folks, my sincere apologies as I'm starting my week off with a shameless shout o...

my b day

About being Yourself and Hard Won Wisdom I was supposed to publish this on the day of my birth ie...yesterday , but I’m just pretty damn lazy these days…॥ But better late than never …। Speaking of my approaching 70th birthday: I have to admit; this time it isn’t making me something like bugging. I feel kind of proud my children are grown up and very intelligent and caring. I feel kind of proud on my physique, my upright stout body (it was some days ago when my friend and me were haunting my friend’s colleague’s house in sector 15, on asking a gentleman strolling with his wife, about the lady we were haunting, he said “ is the lady you are asking is having the stout body like …pointing towards me.” It was then I came to know that I have a stout body, and I felt happy about it. Even today if somebody addresses me saying aunty, my son didn’t bear with it and, compel me to ask him/her not to say it again. I feel kind of proud, if anything; most days, I flatter myself that I am holding up pretty well (although I need to get exercising more-too much on computer and not exercise these past few weeks). But then my son will say something that sort of deflates my balloon, so to speak. He has pointed out that I seem to have more gray hairs lately. And then a few nights ago, he said, WOW, Mom. I can’t believe you were alive during China war in 1962’s! What was it like way back then?’ After recovering my composure, I told him I told him that it was really hard on us when war broke up with Pakistan in 1965, we were in Agra all alone without my father as he was posted at Jorhaat, there were blackouts, trenches to hide on siren, all the necessaries packed on the door and much more horror, as we were little kids, and that it was difficult to write on rough pages with a pen with a nib rather than a ballpoint pen..

Super idea with kitchen towel rolls for Christmas decoration! recycled idea

El blog de Fali Arahal: NOS DESPEDIREMOS CON FRÍO

El blog de Fali Arahal: NOS DESPEDIREMOS CON FRÍO: imagen Según los pronósticos del tiempo ,  nos vamos a despedir del mes febrero con un tiempo muy desapacible y frío. Por eso habrá que...