<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4804387261903634296</id><updated>2012-02-14T01:03:29.894Z</updated><category term='recantos meus'/><category term='Sansenxo'/><category term='Galiza'/><category term='scrapbooking'/><category term='natureza'/><category term='pensamentos'/><category term='amor'/><category term='imagens'/><category term='coisas simples'/><category term='mariscada'/><title type='text'>Chá de Rosas II</title><subtitle type='html'>Another day in paradise</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chderosas.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4804387261903634296/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chderosas.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Clotilde S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01766086101236586489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIMTnt3FVfQ/SUHCEg-_LlI/AAAAAAAAAO0/H4qrAH0hzBU/S220/DSC01124.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4804387261903634296.post-1031839167282042001</id><published>2011-12-29T23:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-12-29T23:21:08.471Z</updated><title type='text'>Dezembro</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kG9lGQD4Xcc/TvzwXQbMcFI/AAAAAAAABMA/6t4Kw7FexdY/s1600/mjesus.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kG9lGQD4Xcc/TvzwXQbMcFI/AAAAAAAABMA/6t4Kw7FexdY/s1600/mjesus.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Em Dezembro, celebrei particularmente dois nascimentos;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;o meu, no dia 8 e o do Menino Jesus, ambos com a família,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;ambos com Alegria e Amor, mas também com alguma Saudade e Nostalgia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;É sempre nesta altura que mais sinto a falta dos que já não estão&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;comigo. Uns, porque o Menino Jesus mos levou para festejar com&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;eles lá no Céu e outros porque a Vida nos separou pelas mais diversas razões.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Dou comigo a pensar nos meses de Dezembro em que a casa estava a abarrotar de gente, com a lareira acesa e os doces aromas saindo suavemente da cozinha para , eles também, invadirem toda a casa. E a alegria das crianças, quando tocava a campainha e eles corriam para os presentes! "Era mesmo isto que eu queria!!! Uma boneca! Um tambor! Uma caixa de Playmobil!!! Tantos livros de histórias!!" Sorriam os pais, os padrinhos, os amigos, os avós...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Agora, já só resta uma avó e as crianças cresceram e a mesa também parece que cresce, cresce, cresce, numa sala cada vez mais vazia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;O pinheiro e o Presépio que me acompanha desde a infância permanecem no mesmo lugar de sempre, mas o Natal mudou. E como ele também eu vou mudando, envelhecendo, perdendo a motivação... Mas olho para o meu velhinho Menino Jesus e segredo-lhe:- Parabéns, meu Menino!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4804387261903634296-1031839167282042001?l=chderosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chderosas.blogspot.com/feeds/1031839167282042001/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chderosas.blogspot.com/2011/12/dezembro.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4804387261903634296/posts/default/1031839167282042001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4804387261903634296/posts/default/1031839167282042001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chderosas.blogspot.com/2011/12/dezembro.html' title='Dezembro'/><author><name>Clotilde S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01766086101236586489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIMTnt3FVfQ/SUHCEg-_LlI/AAAAAAAAAO0/H4qrAH0hzBU/S220/DSC01124.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kG9lGQD4Xcc/TvzwXQbMcFI/AAAAAAAABMA/6t4Kw7FexdY/s72-c/mjesus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4804387261903634296.post-4553833128722953927</id><published>2011-09-18T23:32:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T23:32:48.223+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Back home !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--cdB9wlrN9I/TnZqGm-fnWI/AAAAAAAABKg/z89LoT0dyjg/s1600/DSC09446.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--cdB9wlrN9I/TnZqGm-fnWI/AAAAAAAABKg/z89LoT0dyjg/s320/DSC09446.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Esta semana começou com o adeus à paisagem. Após quase três meses, o meu lado urbano já gritava pelo meu parque verde, as caras conhecidas cá do bairro, a minha melhor amiga, os gémeos Rafa e Bia, enfim, estava mesmo na hora de regressar a casa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_1GcdAvaQ8U/TnZqXzSE3sI/AAAAAAAABKk/MMCLXISmb7c/s1600/DSC09638.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_1GcdAvaQ8U/TnZqXzSE3sI/AAAAAAAABKk/MMCLXISmb7c/s320/DSC09638.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;E nada como comemorar o regresso com um bom almoço de aniversário. O Joãozinho fez 30 anos ! Parabéns, meu amor lindo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dVERltK-gGw/TnZqZ2-839I/AAAAAAAABKo/I-vnJyrhg0U/s1600/DSC09642.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dVERltK-gGw/TnZqZ2-839I/AAAAAAAABKo/I-vnJyrhg0U/s320/DSC09642.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Com a mãe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eYpyTjd85rM/TnZqbuXEslI/AAAAAAAABKs/V-fHFthyLlU/s1600/DSC09644.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eYpyTjd85rM/TnZqbuXEslI/AAAAAAAABKs/V-fHFthyLlU/s320/DSC09644.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;com a avó...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iDa0vLbdERc/TnZqdg1UNsI/AAAAAAAABKw/A2Ue0nM9nbY/s1600/DSC09646.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iDa0vLbdERc/TnZqdg1UNsI/AAAAAAAABKw/A2Ue0nM9nbY/s320/DSC09646.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;e de novo&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;com a mãe e o poppy ! Sempre sorridente este rapazinho!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-voGIMAvPnNk/TnZq69ZuoVI/AAAAAAAABK0/wdxHZpy7CbU/s1600/DSC09716.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-voGIMAvPnNk/TnZq69ZuoVI/AAAAAAAABK0/wdxHZpy7CbU/s320/DSC09716.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Também no dia 16 de Setembro, 30 anos depois, nasceu esta doce Miriam, afilhada da minha Catarina.Eis uma menina com sorte, porque, distraída como sou com as datas de nascimento ( que me desculpem os familiares e amigos), deste não vou esquecer com toda a certeza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oSTYy9-MWIQ/TnZq9nv1AsI/AAAAAAAABK4/2MLIR42NVxk/s1600/DSC09740.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oSTYy9-MWIQ/TnZq9nv1AsI/AAAAAAAABK4/2MLIR42NVxk/s320/DSC09740.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;O fim de semana foi para redecorar a minha salinha privada. O meu refúgio, o recanto da minha alma, a paz do meu espírito...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Pintei estantes, pintei e forrei de novo os assentos das cadeiras, enfim, virei tudo ás avessas! A certa altura, já não sabia muito bem para onde me virar entre livros, papéis, tintas, martelo, pregos, cola... Podem imaginar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TeVfgVla3-k/TnZq_i4IJeI/AAAAAAAABK8/cIAIKVFDRgY/s1600/DSC09741.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TeVfgVla3-k/TnZq_i4IJeI/AAAAAAAABK8/cIAIKVFDRgY/s320/DSC09741.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Mas tudo está bem quando acaba bem. Aqui está o meu cantinho Zen, para os momentos de oração, meditação ou simplesmente silenciosa comtemplação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UFd0K8184x4/TnZrBkDcRsI/AAAAAAAABLA/OOpy3K4LxIw/s1600/DSC09743.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UFd0K8184x4/TnZrBkDcRsI/AAAAAAAABLA/OOpy3K4LxIw/s320/DSC09743.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;A secretária e a mesa do computador para o trabalho, as explicações, a escrita, o artesanato. Ao fundo, disfarçadinha, está a máquina de costura. O restante material está dentro do roupeiro, porque nada de "clutter" para atrapalhar as boas energias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a9UBdiakViU/TnZrDpsCS4I/AAAAAAAABLE/Pw_fdjs_No0/s1600/DSC09744.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a9UBdiakViU/TnZrDpsCS4I/AAAAAAAABLE/Pw_fdjs_No0/s320/DSC09744.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Os livros técnicos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y5vTC9ohwuc/TnZrFpoWQVI/AAAAAAAABLI/DvJJ0bXRXgo/s1600/DSC09746.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y5vTC9ohwuc/TnZrFpoWQVI/AAAAAAAABLI/DvJJ0bXRXgo/s320/DSC09746.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;A minha música! A televisão não tem entrada nesta sala!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Nx9AjGkGc0A/TnZrHrz-5QI/AAAAAAAABLM/jqKYQPyRQww/s1600/DSC09747.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Nx9AjGkGc0A/TnZrHrz-5QI/AAAAAAAABLM/jqKYQPyRQww/s320/DSC09747.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;E, para terminar, aquele bocadinho de MAR sempre presente na minha vida! Ok! Confesso. Aproveitei para tirar as fotos enquanto está tudo arrumadinho. ehehehehehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Se quiserem vir partilhar um cházinho, ouvir um pouco de música e aproveitar a paisagem verde da janela e da varanda, já sabem! Boa semana para todos e tentem ser felizes! Eu esforço-me por isso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4804387261903634296-4553833128722953927?l=chderosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chderosas.blogspot.com/feeds/4553833128722953927/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chderosas.blogspot.com/2011/09/back-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4804387261903634296/posts/default/4553833128722953927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4804387261903634296/posts/default/4553833128722953927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chderosas.blogspot.com/2011/09/back-home.html' title='Back home !'/><author><name>Clotilde S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01766086101236586489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIMTnt3FVfQ/SUHCEg-_LlI/AAAAAAAAAO0/H4qrAH0hzBU/S220/DSC01124.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--cdB9wlrN9I/TnZqGm-fnWI/AAAAAAAABKg/z89LoT0dyjg/s72-c/DSC09446.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4804387261903634296.post-5623051805360803701</id><published>2011-09-11T23:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T23:15:17.923+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Semana especial</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e7nUY4B1Cro/Tm0pmtLZQxI/AAAAAAAABJ4/SEwzQ2pVL1Y/s1600/002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e7nUY4B1Cro/Tm0pmtLZQxI/AAAAAAAABJ4/SEwzQ2pVL1Y/s400/002.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"&gt;Esta semana não parei de engenhocar.Aliás, tenho passado o Verão nisto.Comecei por fazer uns marcadores de leitura com uns restitos dos tecidos que trouxe para Santa Cruz. Já tenho saudades dos montes de panos, de rendas, de linhas e lãs que tenho na minha casa de todo o ano. Aqui, estou muito limitada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KYV7mxHR0SY/Tm0p1F-NGgI/AAAAAAAABJ8/juCHlyk3Dh0/s1600/003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KYV7mxHR0SY/Tm0p1F-NGgI/AAAAAAAABJ8/juCHlyk3Dh0/s320/003.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130; font-size: large;"&gt;Fiz uns pontinhos de caseado e com uns botões coloridos, voilá!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xg3sDraj9eQ/Tm0qDzrf5DI/AAAAAAAABKA/CGVBl_nIGkg/s1600/004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xg3sDraj9eQ/Tm0qDzrf5DI/AAAAAAAABKA/CGVBl_nIGkg/s320/004.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130; font-size: large;"&gt;Esta foto é de um almoço que a Caty achou merecedor de fotografia. Uma receitinha simples de choquinhos fritos com bacon, batatinhas descascadas e cortadas pelo Manel (aos poucos está quase Chef!!!) e bróculos. Nada de complicado, mas que resulta bem. e se comemos bem!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OP7h5JKRe-4/Tm0qSRP_pbI/AAAAAAAABKE/IGLcYDDyPaA/s1600/007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OP7h5JKRe-4/Tm0qSRP_pbI/AAAAAAAABKE/IGLcYDDyPaA/s320/007.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130; font-size: large;"&gt;Uma amiga da Caty vai ser mamã de novo. Uma menina com o nome de Nossa Senhora: Miriam. E assim foi-me pedido que lhe fizesse umas lembracinhas, o que fiz com todo o gosto. Como ainda não há vislumbre de netinhos, agrada-me o papel de tia-avó.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5dKM5MnYwrU/Tm0qgLURaVI/AAAAAAAABKI/D4WMlpzNID8/s1600/008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5dKM5MnYwrU/Tm0qgLURaVI/AAAAAAAABKI/D4WMlpzNID8/s320/008.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #4c1130; font-size: large;"&gt;Umas botinhas que comprámos e ainda uma camisolinha que não ficou na foto mais as fraldinhas que bordei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n3NZUi4kBRQ/Tm0qv_UquwI/AAAAAAAABKM/u8KzZIwVeO8/s1600/009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n3NZUi4kBRQ/Tm0qv_UquwI/AAAAAAAABKM/u8KzZIwVeO8/s320/009.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130; font-size: large;"&gt;A fraldinha com a inicial M... umas florinhas, um bordadinho inglês e o lacinho verde, porque o carrinho é desta cor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LdCXOqHg8Bs/Tm0rAVfyroI/AAAAAAAABKQ/Ui-BY8UmpG0/s1600/010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LdCXOqHg8Bs/Tm0rAVfyroI/AAAAAAAABKQ/Ui-BY8UmpG0/s320/010.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130; font-size: large;"&gt;E ainda a fraldinha dos coraçõezinhos para uma menina a quem desejo todo o AMOR do Mundo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F--Lq32AQcQ/Tm0rOz6FwvI/AAAAAAAABKU/h6_9w1JD0t4/s1600/011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F--Lq32AQcQ/Tm0rOz6FwvI/AAAAAAAABKU/h6_9w1JD0t4/s320/011.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130; font-size: large;"&gt;A minha amiga Carmo fez 50 anos no sábado e lá preparei a prendinha. aproveitei papel que ainda tinha de forrar os cadernos do post anterior e fitinha às bolinhas pequeninas. Imprimi uma etiqueta da net e ficou bonitinho e feminino. Lá dentro? Uma blusa verde musgo, da cor dos olhos da Carmo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EmnWg24cQTU/Tm0re8BhqTI/AAAAAAAABKY/f82vO0dl4M0/s1600/012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EmnWg24cQTU/Tm0re8BhqTI/AAAAAAAABKY/f82vO0dl4M0/s320/012.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130; font-size: large;"&gt;Finalmente o envelope...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Rnwrz8S8RDo/Tm0rvFBOCYI/AAAAAAAABKc/9CVf5F_NKm0/s1600/014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Rnwrz8S8RDo/Tm0rvFBOCYI/AAAAAAAABKc/9CVf5F_NKm0/s320/014.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130; font-size: large;"&gt;... e o postalinho de aniversário que também fiz ao serão, na sexta-feira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130; font-size: large;"&gt;Sábado, foi dia de festa e hoje, domingo, depois de andar toda a semana a "criar", tive de me agarrar ao aspirador e à esfregona... mas ao fim da tarde ainda pintei uma estante para a cozinha. Ufa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4804387261903634296-5623051805360803701?l=chderosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chderosas.blogspot.com/feeds/5623051805360803701/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chderosas.blogspot.com/2011/09/semana-especial.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4804387261903634296/posts/default/5623051805360803701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4804387261903634296/posts/default/5623051805360803701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chderosas.blogspot.com/2011/09/semana-especial.html' title='Semana especial'/><author><name>Clotilde S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01766086101236586489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIMTnt3FVfQ/SUHCEg-_LlI/AAAAAAAAAO0/H4qrAH0hzBU/S220/DSC01124.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e7nUY4B1Cro/Tm0pmtLZQxI/AAAAAAAABJ4/SEwzQ2pVL1Y/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4804387261903634296.post-8656363028410524216</id><published>2011-09-06T01:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T01:04:55.075+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='natureza'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='imagens'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensamentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coisas simples'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scrapbooking'/><title type='text'>OS MEUS CADERNOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cHCuxCBXmyg/TmVeVyHA-BI/AAAAAAAABJk/iAiHOftR09k/s1600/DSC09466.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cHCuxCBXmyg/TmVeVyHA-BI/AAAAAAAABJk/iAiHOftR09k/s320/DSC09466.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Gosto de comprar cadernitos baratos e de os forrar e personalizar a meu gosto. Utilizo papel de embrulho, papel autocolante, recortes, papel reciclado, whatever! Chego a desmanchar os rolos de cozinha para reciclar o cartão,caixas de ovos, caixas de cereais, tudo pode ser reaproveitado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-La6p_Kgvwdo/TmVejauPHBI/AAAAAAAABJo/z8HPRNUURaI/s1600/DSC09467.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-La6p_Kgvwdo/TmVejauPHBI/AAAAAAAABJo/z8HPRNUURaI/s320/DSC09467.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Depois de arranjadinhos e enfeitados, uso-os como diários, cadernos de poesia, livrinhos de pensamentos ou orações, enfim, passam a ser "os meus cadernos". Este caderno lilás, por exemplo, é o meu caderno dos sonhos e das visualizações; um dos meus preferidos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p4swX_OZCC8/TmVexdf3CKI/AAAAAAAABJs/ttPvsMdsQrg/s1600/DSC09469.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p4swX_OZCC8/TmVexdf3CKI/AAAAAAAABJs/ttPvsMdsQrg/s320/DSC09469.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Preencho as suas páginas com recortes, desenhos meus, pensamentos que me inspiram, tudo dentro da linha do pensamento positivo, dos sonhos bons, daquilo que quero colocar na minha vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s541xpxsQHg/TmVfAb7Qd2I/AAAAAAAABJw/H_Crd80YhYk/s1600/DSC09470.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s541xpxsQHg/TmVfAb7Qd2I/AAAAAAAABJw/H_Crd80YhYk/s320/DSC09470.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Quando me sinto melancólica, triste ou desanimada, folheio este meu caderno e isso devolve-me o ânimo, inspira-me e revigora-me. Pequenas imagens e palavras simples que eu amo e as quais quis partilhar convosco neste final de Verão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Espero que vos tenha inspirado para fazerem algo semelhante.Os materiais são baratos, quase de graça, e o &lt;i&gt;scrapbooking&lt;/i&gt; é uma óptima maneira de ocupar os tempos livres.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Bom Chá de Rosas para todos. Beijinhos grandes, esqueçam um pouco a crise, respeitem e amem a Nossa Mãe Natureza e façam-me o favor de serem felizes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Clotilde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4804387261903634296-8656363028410524216?l=chderosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chderosas.blogspot.com/feeds/8656363028410524216/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chderosas.blogspot.com/2011/09/os-meus-cadernos.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4804387261903634296/posts/default/8656363028410524216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4804387261903634296/posts/default/8656363028410524216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chderosas.blogspot.com/2011/09/os-meus-cadernos.html' title='OS MEUS CADERNOS'/><author><name>Clotilde S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01766086101236586489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIMTnt3FVfQ/SUHCEg-_LlI/AAAAAAAAAO0/H4qrAH0hzBU/S220/DSC01124.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cHCuxCBXmyg/TmVeVyHA-BI/AAAAAAAABJk/iAiHOftR09k/s72-c/DSC09466.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total><georss:featurename>Torres Vedras, Portugal</georss:featurename><georss:point>39.0877471 -9.259447899999941</georss:point><georss:box>38.9816756 -9.40868189999994 39.1938186 -9.110213899999941</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4804387261903634296.post-1813196181506745768</id><published>2011-09-01T17:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T17:02:27.728+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Salvador e as almofadas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-olIK_IJuZ8Y/Tl-o3S1b1LI/AAAAAAAABJc/umKrCOxqogg/s1600/228.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-olIK_IJuZ8Y/Tl-o3S1b1LI/AAAAAAAABJc/umKrCOxqogg/s320/228.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Salvador já tem dez meses. Cresceu imenso e enche-nos a casa de amor e alegria como só um cachorro fofo e dedicado sabe fazer.Mas também tem os seus momentos de traquinice e uma especial atracção por almofadas.Já me destruiu umas tantas e tem especial predilecção por um velho almofadão verde, indigno de ser mostrado neste blog, a quem nós demos o nome de "Maria Amélia". Sempre que ele pensa em roubar-me mais uma almofada para atirar ao ar ou esventrar, logo lhe dizemos :"Salvinhas, vai brincar com a Maria Amélia!" E ele lá vai dar mais umas dentadas na pobrezinha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hemDoTuSSfI/Tl-ppR_-P7I/AAAAAAAABJg/HCxA2VnxxUs/s1600/DSC09275.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hemDoTuSSfI/Tl-ppR_-P7I/AAAAAAAABJg/HCxA2VnxxUs/s320/DSC09275.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu acho que a sua paixão secreta são as almofadas da minha cama, umas belas trintonas de renda e folhinhos cor-de-rosa. Eu cá vou lutando pela integridade destas meninas vintage, até quando?...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4804387261903634296-1813196181506745768?l=chderosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chderosas.blogspot.com/feeds/1813196181506745768/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chderosas.blogspot.com/2011/09/salvador-e-as-almofadas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4804387261903634296/posts/default/1813196181506745768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4804387261903634296/posts/default/1813196181506745768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chderosas.blogspot.com/2011/09/salvador-e-as-almofadas.html' title='Salvador e as almofadas'/><author><name>Clotilde S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01766086101236586489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIMTnt3FVfQ/SUHCEg-_LlI/AAAAAAAAAO0/H4qrAH0hzBU/S220/DSC01124.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-olIK_IJuZ8Y/Tl-o3S1b1LI/AAAAAAAABJc/umKrCOxqogg/s72-c/228.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4804387261903634296.post-5700077426545716776</id><published>2010-01-25T13:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-01-25T13:30:09.636Z</updated><title type='text'>Restinhos de lãs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIMTnt3FVfQ/S12bHaXssKI/AAAAAAAABHY/wVgZC-mLDTs/s1600-h/crafts2010+047.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIMTnt3FVfQ/S12bHaXssKI/AAAAAAAABHY/wVgZC-mLDTs/s320/crafts2010+047.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIMTnt3FVfQ/S12AWDYTEwI/AAAAAAAABG4/ErV65yb9N68/s1600-h/crafts2010+008.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIMTnt3FVfQ/S12AWDYTEwI/AAAAAAAABG4/ErV65yb9N68/s320/crafts2010+008.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com restinhos de lãs, tenho feito alguns trabalhos em crochet com inspiração &lt;i&gt;country&lt;/i&gt;. Espero que gostem do cházinho de hoje e não se enganem com este bolinho de lã. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma boa semana!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mIMTnt3FVfQ/S12Ah0zRP-I/AAAAAAAABHA/_CK1i4bQHTo/s1600-h/crafts2010+007.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mIMTnt3FVfQ/S12Ah0zRP-I/AAAAAAAABHA/_CK1i4bQHTo/s320/crafts2010+007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIMTnt3FVfQ/S12akgyZ7iI/AAAAAAAABHI/0aWW3-DaFtE/s1600-h/crafts2010+005.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIMTnt3FVfQ/S12akgyZ7iI/AAAAAAAABHI/0aWW3-DaFtE/s320/crafts2010+005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mIMTnt3FVfQ/S12atgoe7mI/AAAAAAAABHQ/EJ5xy_z3dG0/s1600-h/crafts2010+004.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mIMTnt3FVfQ/S12atgoe7mI/AAAAAAAABHQ/EJ5xy_z3dG0/s320/crafts2010+004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4804387261903634296-5700077426545716776?l=chderosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chderosas.blogspot.com/feeds/5700077426545716776/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chderosas.blogspot.com/2010/01/restinhos-de-las.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4804387261903634296/posts/default/5700077426545716776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4804387261903634296/posts/default/5700077426545716776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chderosas.blogspot.com/2010/01/restinhos-de-las.html' title='Restinhos de lãs'/><author><name>Clotilde S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01766086101236586489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIMTnt3FVfQ/SUHCEg-_LlI/AAAAAAAAAO0/H4qrAH0hzBU/S220/DSC01124.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIMTnt3FVfQ/S12bHaXssKI/AAAAAAAABHY/wVgZC-mLDTs/s72-c/crafts2010+047.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4804387261903634296.post-2466897082105983099</id><published>2010-01-03T01:50:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-01-03T02:01:21.830Z</updated><title type='text'>Imagens para découpage</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mIMTnt3FVfQ/Sz_5EFFiBKI/AAAAAAAABGQ/zs_CMUq-7Oc/s1600-h/dot+apron.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 398px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mIMTnt3FVfQ/Sz_5EFFiBKI/AAAAAAAABGQ/zs_CMUq-7Oc/s400/dot+apron.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422326324857537698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais umas imagens &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;vintage&lt;/span&gt; para trabalhos de découpage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estas são do tempo em que  as mães ficavam em casa para cuidar dos rebentos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIMTnt3FVfQ/Sz_4SiYf3GI/AAAAAAAABGI/D74jF-p_vM4/s1600-h/baby4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIMTnt3FVfQ/Sz_4SiYf3GI/AAAAAAAABGI/D74jF-p_vM4/s400/baby4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422325473728257122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Passem um bom domingo e façam o favor de serem felizes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijinhos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4804387261903634296-2466897082105983099?l=chderosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chderosas.blogspot.com/feeds/2466897082105983099/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chderosas.blogspot.com/2010/01/imagens-para-decoupage.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4804387261903634296/posts/default/2466897082105983099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4804387261903634296/posts/default/2466897082105983099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chderosas.blogspot.com/2010/01/imagens-para-decoupage.html' title='Imagens para découpage'/><author><name>Clotilde S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01766086101236586489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIMTnt3FVfQ/SUHCEg-_LlI/AAAAAAAAAO0/H4qrAH0hzBU/S220/DSC01124.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mIMTnt3FVfQ/Sz_5EFFiBKI/AAAAAAAABGQ/zs_CMUq-7Oc/s72-c/dot+apron.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4804387261903634296.post-2401125118964213500</id><published>2010-01-02T22:38:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-01-02T22:55:28.487Z</updated><title type='text'>As férias estão a acabar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mIMTnt3FVfQ/Sz_NFtAGVQI/AAAAAAAABGA/9d-ujtk53Kg/s1600-h/baby2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mIMTnt3FVfQ/Sz_NFtAGVQI/AAAAAAAABGA/9d-ujtk53Kg/s400/baby2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422277974240417026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Agora que saberia tão bem ficar em casa e saborear uns diazinhos de repouso após as festas ( as mães sabem bem o que eu quero dizer) , há que voltar ao trabalho. E  logo  segunda-feira, o dia em que a minha querida filha faz 17 aninhos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas é a vida e ainda bem que tenho trabalho.  Tendo em conta as dificuldades que algumas mães passam para colocarem comida na mesa todos os dias, tenho é que agradecer pela vida e pelo trabalho que tenho.Quanto ao resto, lá hei-de arranjar tempo. Haja saúde!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" title="Company Logo Design" href="http://www.logomyway.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mediumsmall.photo-1.blingeasy.com/images/bling/1869164_lar_doce_lar.gif" alt="lar doce lar" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" title="Company Logo Design" href="http://www.logomyway.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Criei este "selinho" para as amigas que apreciem o género.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4804387261903634296-2401125118964213500?l=chderosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chderosas.blogspot.com/feeds/2401125118964213500/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chderosas.blogspot.com/2010/01/as-ferias-estao-acabar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4804387261903634296/posts/default/2401125118964213500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4804387261903634296/posts/default/2401125118964213500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chderosas.blogspot.com/2010/01/as-ferias-estao-acabar.html' title='As férias estão a acabar'/><author><name>Clotilde S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01766086101236586489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIMTnt3FVfQ/SUHCEg-_LlI/AAAAAAAAAO0/H4qrAH0hzBU/S220/DSC01124.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mIMTnt3FVfQ/Sz_NFtAGVQI/AAAAAAAABGA/9d-ujtk53Kg/s72-c/baby2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4804387261903634296.post-1930571059598924426</id><published>2009-12-30T00:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-12-30T00:21:07.930Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://scrap.animeseuespaco.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://imgs.animeseuespaco.com/images/datas_comemorativas/feliz_ano_novo/1165849937feliz_ano_novo1.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4804387261903634296-1930571059598924426?l=chderosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chderosas.blogspot.com/feeds/1930571059598924426/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chderosas.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4804387261903634296/posts/default/1930571059598924426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4804387261903634296/posts/default/1930571059598924426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chderosas.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Clotilde S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01766086101236586489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIMTnt3FVfQ/SUHCEg-_LlI/AAAAAAAAAO0/H4qrAH0hzBU/S220/DSC01124.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4804387261903634296.post-4156185738867623056</id><published>2009-12-21T19:40:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-12-21T19:45:30.822Z</updated><title type='text'>Imagens</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mIMTnt3FVfQ/Sy_PihhwcTI/AAAAAAAABFg/7ye9V6HPBoU/s1600-h/2008_victorian_scraps_7283.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mIMTnt3FVfQ/Sy_PihhwcTI/AAAAAAAABFg/7ye9V6HPBoU/s400/2008_victorian_scraps_7283.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417777068772454706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Belas imagens que encontrei num site inglês, óptimas para ampliar e imprimir.&lt;br /&gt;Para quem gosta de trabalhos em papel,são lindas para scrapbooking, découpage, enfeitar etiquetas, postais, sabonetes, caixinhas e  o mais que a vossa criatividade vos sugerir. Divirtam-se!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIMTnt3FVfQ/Sy_Pa_xodfI/AAAAAAAABFY/OwNBSTL56vc/s1600-h/2007victorian_scraps_7284.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 285px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIMTnt3FVfQ/Sy_Pa_xodfI/AAAAAAAABFY/OwNBSTL56vc/s400/2007victorian_scraps_7284.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417776939453150706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ainda estão a tempo de colocarem estes anjinhos na árvore de Natal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIMTnt3FVfQ/Sy_PRaIsCII/AAAAAAAABFQ/-hLin7kokC0/s1600-h/7315.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 289px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIMTnt3FVfQ/Sy_PRaIsCII/AAAAAAAABFQ/-hLin7kokC0/s400/7315.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417776774730483842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; E estas carinhas, não são lindas? Adoro estas imagens vintage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espero que gostem .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4804387261903634296-4156185738867623056?l=chderosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chderosas.blogspot.com/feeds/4156185738867623056/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chderosas.blogspot.com/2009/12/imagens.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4804387261903634296/posts/default/4156185738867623056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4804387261903634296/posts/default/4156185738867623056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chderosas.blogspot.com/2009/12/imagens.html' title='Imagens'/><author><name>Clotilde S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01766086101236586489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIMTnt3FVfQ/SUHCEg-_LlI/AAAAAAAAAO0/H4qrAH0hzBU/S220/DSC01124.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mIMTnt3FVfQ/Sy_PihhwcTI/AAAAAAAABFg/7ye9V6HPBoU/s72-c/2008_victorian_scraps_7283.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4804387261903634296.post-8019515658417982550</id><published>2009-12-20T23:16:00.007Z</published><updated>2009-12-20T23:38:58.872Z</updated><title type='text'>Mudanças</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIMTnt3FVfQ/Sy6yyYyz4vI/AAAAAAAABE4/BKCvSEN_3FQ/s1600-h/DSC05694.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIMTnt3FVfQ/Sy6yyYyz4vI/AAAAAAAABE4/BKCvSEN_3FQ/s400/DSC05694.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417463980492055282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Os anjinhos da entrada segredaram:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ela está de férias... vai haver mudança por aí... E mais a mais com o Natal a chegar... ai ai...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E não é que tinham razão? Uns bocadinhos menos bem, devido à minha dor nas costas, e outros bocadinhos melhor, com a ajuda da minha mãe, que nestas coisas de mudanças e decoração saio bem a ela, eis o que se conseguiu nestes dias:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mIMTnt3FVfQ/Sy6yk5ViDKI/AAAAAAAABEw/Merm3s1kWXY/s1600-h/DSC05692.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mIMTnt3FVfQ/Sy6yk5ViDKI/AAAAAAAABEw/Merm3s1kWXY/s400/DSC05692.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417463748709452962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;A escrivaninha da entrada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIMTnt3FVfQ/Sy6yL15jDYI/AAAAAAAABEo/IJ7775SczCk/s1600-h/DSC05683.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIMTnt3FVfQ/Sy6yL15jDYI/AAAAAAAABEo/IJ7775SczCk/s400/DSC05683.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417463318290042242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  Lembram-se de eu ter gostado da parede da amiga inglesa? pois...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIMTnt3FVfQ/Sy6x54MRgeI/AAAAAAAABEg/TjL5OrUhSSM/s1600-h/DSC05690.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIMTnt3FVfQ/Sy6x54MRgeI/AAAAAAAABEg/TjL5OrUhSSM/s400/DSC05690.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417463009667809762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A salinha  de trabalho levou uma volta e os dossiers e livros escolares estão guardados por duas semanas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mIMTnt3FVfQ/Sy6xl6K4K9I/AAAAAAAABEY/3xwi8GkK0lI/s1600-h/DSC05707.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mIMTnt3FVfQ/Sy6xl6K4K9I/AAAAAAAABEY/3xwi8GkK0lI/s400/DSC05707.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417462666601442258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Se houver tempo para leitura,meditação ou tricot, este cantinho aguarda-me. Mas só se for na semana do Ano Novo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mIMTnt3FVfQ/Sy6xKiYpsBI/AAAAAAAABEQ/I99LHspeU78/s1600-h/DSC05686.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mIMTnt3FVfQ/Sy6xKiYpsBI/AAAAAAAABEQ/I99LHspeU78/s400/DSC05686.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417462196360294418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sala de estar está pronta para o Natal e a lareira espera que não faça muito vento na noite da consoada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mIMTnt3FVfQ/Sy6w26gEdwI/AAAAAAAABEI/dK_P7U7McvU/s1600-h/DSC05675.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mIMTnt3FVfQ/Sy6w26gEdwI/AAAAAAAABEI/dK_P7U7McvU/s400/DSC05675.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417461859236476674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E como o melhor do mundo são as crianças, os vizinhos do lado têm vindo cá casa todos os dias para ver "as novidades da Tila" e reparam em tudo os malandrecos!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4804387261903634296-8019515658417982550?l=chderosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chderosas.blogspot.com/feeds/8019515658417982550/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chderosas.blogspot.com/2009/12/mudancas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4804387261903634296/posts/default/8019515658417982550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4804387261903634296/posts/default/8019515658417982550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chderosas.blogspot.com/2009/12/mudancas.html' title='Mudanças'/><author><name>Clotilde S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01766086101236586489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIMTnt3FVfQ/SUHCEg-_LlI/AAAAAAAAAO0/H4qrAH0hzBU/S220/DSC01124.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIMTnt3FVfQ/Sy6yyYyz4vI/AAAAAAAABE4/BKCvSEN_3FQ/s72-c/DSC05694.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4804387261903634296.post-159457423660305661</id><published>2009-12-16T18:48:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-12-16T19:07:06.411Z</updated><title type='text'>8 de Dezembro Dia de N. Snra. Da Conceição</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIMTnt3FVfQ/SykvTJxJUdI/AAAAAAAABDg/pBAQyeTNLHw/s1600-h/DSC05561.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIMTnt3FVfQ/SykvTJxJUdI/AAAAAAAABDg/pBAQyeTNLHw/s400/DSC05561.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415912032975802834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui, com os filhotes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mIMTnt3FVfQ/SyktTlxW6_I/AAAAAAAABDY/dV9i_7lhZWk/s1600-h/DSC05545.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mIMTnt3FVfQ/SyktTlxW6_I/AAAAAAAABDY/dV9i_7lhZWk/s400/DSC05545.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415909841469631474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O bolo dos 53 anos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIMTnt3FVfQ/SyksveT0BEI/AAAAAAAABDQ/RF5XQrkO2mc/s1600-h/DSC05575.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIMTnt3FVfQ/SyksveT0BEI/AAAAAAAABDQ/RF5XQrkO2mc/s400/DSC05575.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415909220991370306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As três mulheres da casa. Coitadinhos dos rapazes que nos aturam. Ou coitadinhas de nós...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIMTnt3FVfQ/SyksWxJwW2I/AAAAAAAABDI/ZqvOEFwu-qI/s1600-h/DSC05577.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIMTnt3FVfQ/SyksWxJwW2I/AAAAAAAABDI/ZqvOEFwu-qI/s400/DSC05577.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415908796552731490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Uma foto de família :&lt;br /&gt;com tanta traquinice, nem sei como conseguimos ficar todos bem :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4804387261903634296-159457423660305661?l=chderosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chderosas.blogspot.com/feeds/159457423660305661/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chderosas.blogspot.com/2009/12/8-de-dezembro-dia-de-n-snra-da.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4804387261903634296/posts/default/159457423660305661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4804387261903634296/posts/default/159457423660305661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chderosas.blogspot.com/2009/12/8-de-dezembro-dia-de-n-snra-da.html' title='8 de Dezembro Dia de N. Snra. Da Conceição'/><author><name>Clotilde S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01766086101236586489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIMTnt3FVfQ/SUHCEg-_LlI/AAAAAAAAAO0/H4qrAH0hzBU/S220/DSC01124.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIMTnt3FVfQ/SykvTJxJUdI/AAAAAAAABDg/pBAQyeTNLHw/s72-c/DSC05561.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4804387261903634296.post-1516734813916187577</id><published>2009-11-16T00:25:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-11-16T00:44:18.305Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIMTnt3FVfQ/SwCcMRoNXLI/AAAAAAAABCg/6oz1-ofYCKE/s1600-h/6a00d8341ca2e153ef0112796e194628a4-500pi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 328px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIMTnt3FVfQ/SwCcMRoNXLI/AAAAAAAABCg/6oz1-ofYCKE/s400/6a00d8341ca2e153ef0112796e194628a4-500pi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404491287549009074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Esta sala não é minha, mas podia muito bem ser. Encontrei a imagem no Google e pensei "Aqui está a minha cara de hoje! " Porque me apetece uma parede de flores em dia de chuva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para não fugir à regra, mais uma semana de muito trabalho e apenas um fim-de-semana para fazer 10% daquilo que se programou fazer. E com estes dias tão pequeninos... mal se almoça, parece que é logo noite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No entanto,  também há coisas boas nos dias de Outono. hoje, por exemplo, fomos almoçar à casa da Carmo e do António. Que bom poder passar umas horinhas na aldeia! Ela acendeu o velho forno de lenha e fizemos broas de batata doce, que ficaram uma delícia. E pusemos a mesa debaixo do telheiro para uma atumzada e água-pé. E éramos muitos e felizes por estarmos entre familiares e amigos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claro que tive de vir para casa adiantar alguma coisa para a semana: lavar uma máquina de roupa, fazer uma panela de sopa, descongelar a arca e o frigorífico, enfim... mais um serão no paraíso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas é como me dizia a Dª Olinda, mãe do António, senhora com uns belos  e lúcidos 87 anos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Aproveitem bem a vida enquanto têm idade e saúde para isso!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É isso mesmo, Dª Olinda, há que encontrar tempo para tudo, lazer e trabalho, e tudo saber aproveitar. Haja saúde e coza o forno!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amigos, hoje, para o nosso cházinho, tenho um cesto cheio de broas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boa semana para todos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4804387261903634296-1516734813916187577?l=chderosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chderosas.blogspot.com/feeds/1516734813916187577/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chderosas.blogspot.com/2009/11/esta-sala-nao-e-minha-mas-podia-muito.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4804387261903634296/posts/default/1516734813916187577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4804387261903634296/posts/default/1516734813916187577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chderosas.blogspot.com/2009/11/esta-sala-nao-e-minha-mas-podia-muito.html' title=''/><author><name>Clotilde S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01766086101236586489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIMTnt3FVfQ/SUHCEg-_LlI/AAAAAAAAAO0/H4qrAH0hzBU/S220/DSC01124.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIMTnt3FVfQ/SwCcMRoNXLI/AAAAAAAABCg/6oz1-ofYCKE/s72-c/6a00d8341ca2e153ef0112796e194628a4-500pi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4804387261903634296.post-984597870319653881</id><published>2009-10-31T17:26:00.007Z</published><updated>2009-11-01T01:36:51.460Z</updated><title type='text'>Paraísos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mIMTnt3FVfQ/Sux0NKpfIbI/AAAAAAAABBw/vNTPJO0YUMo/s1600-h/6a00e551101c5488340120a5c821cf970c-500wi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mIMTnt3FVfQ/Sux0NKpfIbI/AAAAAAAABBw/vNTPJO0YUMo/s400/6a00e551101c5488340120a5c821cf970c-500wi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398817822855864754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Descansem! Não ando com ideias de me mudar para uma casinha na árvore. Até porque nem sequer vivo numa casa com jardim. O meu sótão é o meu refúgio mais próximo da tal casinha no cimo da árvore, mas ainda não foi hoje que tive tempo para lhe dar "aquela volta" de que falava ontem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIMTnt3FVfQ/Sux0CqZm9_I/AAAAAAAABBo/FsbUOXLjUi8/s1600-h/01102%7EAnother-Day-In-Paradise-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 219px; height: 220px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIMTnt3FVfQ/Sux0CqZm9_I/AAAAAAAABBo/FsbUOXLjUi8/s400/01102%7EAnother-Day-In-Paradise-Posters.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398817642400643058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque hoje foi mais um dia no paraíso da cozinha. O filho mais velho e a namorada vieram almoçar o que deu direito a "panela grande" e a tempo de conversa prolongada à mesa. Como diz a mais nova, quando o Fi vem cá comer, parece Natal. Acho que ela tem um bocadinho de razão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mIMTnt3FVfQ/Sux1tXzQ66I/AAAAAAAABB4/x0aNzZc3h_8/s1600-h/crisantemos_spray.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mIMTnt3FVfQ/Sux1tXzQ66I/AAAAAAAABB4/x0aNzZc3h_8/s400/crisantemos_spray.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398819475653979042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entre a conversa com o rapaz e a mocinha dele, o cafézinho e o arrumar da loiça na máquina, passaram-se as horas. Ainda fui ao cemitério levar flores ao meu querido pai de quem tenho tantas, mas tantas saudades. Enfim, é a vida e os seus ciclos, que havemos de fazer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIMTnt3FVfQ/Sux3AuLK2gI/AAAAAAAABCA/VW7VPECLaZA/s1600-h/6a00e551101c5488340120a633c859970b-500wi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 281px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIMTnt3FVfQ/Sux3AuLK2gI/AAAAAAAABCA/VW7VPECLaZA/s400/6a00e551101c5488340120a633c859970b-500wi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398820907588966914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Projectos para o serão, não tenho. As escolhas também são quase sempre as mesmas : ou casa ou casa. O que vale é que eu sou uma rapariguita caseira. Gostei tanto destes pardalecos em lã para fazer porta-chaves, que sou capaz de ir fazer um.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joquinhas e até amanhã,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Levem esta prenda e Bom Domingo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" title="Logo" href="http://www.logomyway.com/design_contests.php"&gt;&lt;img src="http://big.photo-1.blingeasy.com/images/bling/1700277_my_friends.gif" alt="my friends" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Logos&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt; design at logomyway.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4804387261903634296-984597870319653881?l=chderosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chderosas.blogspot.com/feeds/984597870319653881/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chderosas.blogspot.com/2009/10/paraisos.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4804387261903634296/posts/default/984597870319653881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4804387261903634296/posts/default/984597870319653881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chderosas.blogspot.com/2009/10/paraisos.html' title='Paraísos'/><author><name>Clotilde S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01766086101236586489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIMTnt3FVfQ/SUHCEg-_LlI/AAAAAAAAAO0/H4qrAH0hzBU/S220/DSC01124.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mIMTnt3FVfQ/Sux0NKpfIbI/AAAAAAAABBw/vNTPJO0YUMo/s72-c/6a00e551101c5488340120a5c821cf970c-500wi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4804387261903634296.post-2254931801567696762</id><published>2009-10-31T00:16:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-10-31T00:45:04.875Z</updated><title type='text'>Um cházinho   outonal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mIMTnt3FVfQ/SuuCzwGRiII/AAAAAAAABAw/aWBst9Pf9l4/s1600-h/042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mIMTnt3FVfQ/SuuCzwGRiII/AAAAAAAABAw/aWBst9Pf9l4/s400/042.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398552403929827458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Meus queridos amigos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Que longas férias para esta salinha de chá! Nem quero crer que já chegámos aos Santos. Com estes dias que ainda são de Verão, quem se lembra do Outono? Quem se dá conta que daqui a nada estaremos todos a festejar o Natal? Mas a verdade é que os dias passam e as semanas e , falo por mim, tenho de começar a pensar seriamente nas mudanças de roupas, na decoração da casa ( o meu sótão está um caos !!! ), nas necessárias prendinhas de Natal que eu gosto de fazer, tanta coisa para engrossar a minha lista de afazeres.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mIMTnt3FVfQ/SuuClU8plRI/AAAAAAAABAo/34gHSjQn37Q/s1600-h/6a00d8341ca2e153ef0112796e090528a4-500pi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mIMTnt3FVfQ/SuuClU8plRI/AAAAAAAABAo/34gHSjQn37Q/s400/6a00d8341ca2e153ef0112796e090528a4-500pi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398552156123534610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ontem, decidi inspirar-me nos blogs das minhas amigas inglesas. Sempre que quero um pouco de cor e alegria vou dar um passeio pelas suas casas e jardins. As coisas que aquelas meninas fazem e criam são extraordinárias. Fico logo com vontade de me mexer, fazer renda, tricot, costura, scrapbooking, pintar, colar...! Tivesse eu mais tempo. Mas estou decidida! Está na hora de voltar aos trabalhos manuais. Materiais não me faltam. De lãs, linhas, botões, tecidos, rendas e sei lá que mais está o sótão cheio. Aguardem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mIMTnt3FVfQ/SuuCXkKIrxI/AAAAAAAABAg/HEljFjGEOE8/s1600-h/6a00e551101c5488340120a5ecb066970b-500wi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mIMTnt3FVfQ/SuuCXkKIrxI/AAAAAAAABAg/HEljFjGEOE8/s400/6a00e551101c5488340120a5ecb066970b-500wi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398551919688462098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entretanto, tenho as tardes todas ocupadas lá na Academia onde dou aulas  e muitos dos serões são passados a preparar fichas para os meus meninos e os meus jovenzinhos. Bem, cá me hei-de arranjar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mIMTnt3FVfQ/SuuCNtCwUyI/AAAAAAAABAY/0rMU-3aHUu4/s1600-h/410447444_ce233f087b_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mIMTnt3FVfQ/SuuCNtCwUyI/AAAAAAAABAY/0rMU-3aHUu4/s400/410447444_ce233f087b_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398551750274732834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Estas fotos não são minhas. Foram tiradas dos blogs das tais amigas inglesas e a última circula nas imagens do Google. Adoro estas imagens antigas. É o meu lado criança.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por hoje é tudo, amigos e amigas. bebam um cházinho e comam uns biscoitos enquanto eu vou remexer nos caixotes do sótão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E tenham um bom fim-de-semana com muito Pão-por-Deus, que eu não vou nessa mania anglo-saxónica das aboborinhas. Nisso as amigas inglesas que me perdoem, mas eu prefiro o que é santo e bom a figuras sinistras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijinhos para todos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4804387261903634296-2254931801567696762?l=chderosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chderosas.blogspot.com/feeds/2254931801567696762/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chderosas.blogspot.com/2009/10/um-chazinho-outonal.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4804387261903634296/posts/default/2254931801567696762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4804387261903634296/posts/default/2254931801567696762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chderosas.blogspot.com/2009/10/um-chazinho-outonal.html' title='Um cházinho   outonal'/><author><name>Clotilde S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01766086101236586489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIMTnt3FVfQ/SUHCEg-_LlI/AAAAAAAAAO0/H4qrAH0hzBU/S220/DSC01124.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mIMTnt3FVfQ/SuuCzwGRiII/AAAAAAAABAw/aWBst9Pf9l4/s72-c/042.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4804387261903634296.post-4357188475266086120</id><published>2009-08-02T02:04:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T02:04:58.869+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mIMTnt3FVfQ/SnTmLWNkYxI/AAAAAAAAA2U/HvN4QsMXIkY/s1600-h/Blog%252Bem%252Bf%25C3%25A9rias.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365166138720543506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 248px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mIMTnt3FVfQ/SnTmLWNkYxI/AAAAAAAAA2U/HvN4QsMXIkY/s400/Blog%252Bem%252Bf%25C3%25A9rias.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4804387261903634296-4357188475266086120?l=chderosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chderosas.blogspot.com/feeds/4357188475266086120/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chderosas.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4804387261903634296/posts/default/4357188475266086120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4804387261903634296/posts/default/4357188475266086120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chderosas.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Clotilde S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01766086101236586489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIMTnt3FVfQ/SUHCEg-_LlI/AAAAAAAAAO0/H4qrAH0hzBU/S220/DSC01124.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mIMTnt3FVfQ/SnTmLWNkYxI/AAAAAAAAA2U/HvN4QsMXIkY/s72-c/Blog%252Bem%252Bf%25C3%25A9rias.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4804387261903634296.post-6797653385765370934</id><published>2009-06-13T01:09:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T01:40:05.930+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Alguns dos Santos cá de casa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIMTnt3FVfQ/SjLvV4mj-tI/AAAAAAAAAvk/1fxpKyhIApU/s1600-h/DSC03777.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIMTnt3FVfQ/SjLvV4mj-tI/AAAAAAAAAvk/1fxpKyhIApU/s400/DSC03777.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346598866892618450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Clique na imagem para ver em tamanho grande)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santo António e o Menino com uma fita de Nosso Senhor do Bonfim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arcanjo São Rafael de quem sou grande devota&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Três cupidos brincalhões com pombinhas brancas pela Paz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um Cristo na Cruz  que adquiri em Florença&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa Teresinha do Menino Jesus, oferta da minha mãe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um figura de Cristo que o meu filho me trouxe do Chipre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São Francisco de Assis com os irmãos animais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dizem que santos da casa não fazem milagres, mas os meus santos são milagreiros. Dão-nos todos os dias o milagre da Vida, da Saúde, da Paz, do Amor e da Harmonia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A todos eles agradeço neste mês de Santos Populares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4804387261903634296-6797653385765370934?l=chderosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chderosas.blogspot.com/feeds/6797653385765370934/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chderosas.blogspot.com/2009/06/alguns-dos-santos-ca-de-casa.html#comment-form' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4804387261903634296/posts/default/6797653385765370934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4804387261903634296/posts/default/6797653385765370934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chderosas.blogspot.com/2009/06/alguns-dos-santos-ca-de-casa.html' title='Alguns dos Santos cá de casa'/><author><name>Clotilde S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01766086101236586489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIMTnt3FVfQ/SUHCEg-_LlI/AAAAAAAAAO0/H4qrAH0hzBU/S220/DSC01124.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIMTnt3FVfQ/SjLvV4mj-tI/AAAAAAAAAvk/1fxpKyhIApU/s72-c/DSC03777.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4804387261903634296.post-6813679325674994065</id><published>2009-06-05T23:17:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T00:05:31.881+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Chá nº 10   Mais fotos da Galiza</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIMTnt3FVfQ/Simcf4W-SDI/AAAAAAAAAsc/Dxo3BIkaqiU/s1600-h/DSC03699.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIMTnt3FVfQ/Simcf4W-SDI/AAAAAAAAAsc/Dxo3BIkaqiU/s400/DSC03699.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343974504370423858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cambados - passeio de combóio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mIMTnt3FVfQ/SimcEJ4aM6I/AAAAAAAAAsU/FAqz5GOby6s/s1600-h/DSC03712.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mIMTnt3FVfQ/SimcEJ4aM6I/AAAAAAAAAsU/FAqz5GOby6s/s400/DSC03712.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343974028037731234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cambados - pormenor da praça&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mIMTnt3FVfQ/SimblTJxpAI/AAAAAAAAAsM/ZaEReBFdJkU/s1600-h/DSC03675.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mIMTnt3FVfQ/SimblTJxpAI/AAAAAAAAAsM/ZaEReBFdJkU/s400/DSC03675.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343973497950544898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cruzeiro na Ria de Arousa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mIMTnt3FVfQ/SimbKfYFGjI/AAAAAAAAAsE/UvWJMZ10UG0/s1600-h/DSC03661.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mIMTnt3FVfQ/SimbKfYFGjI/AAAAAAAAAsE/UvWJMZ10UG0/s400/DSC03661.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343973037375298098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ilha La Toja - candeeiro de jardim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mIMTnt3FVfQ/Simatm5M4LI/AAAAAAAAAr8/sgbHI7vzA48/s1600-h/DSC03660.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mIMTnt3FVfQ/Simatm5M4LI/AAAAAAAAAr8/sgbHI7vzA48/s400/DSC03660.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343972541177061554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ilha La Toja - Cruzeiro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIMTnt3FVfQ/SimaWCCrY3I/AAAAAAAAAr0/v7Wa2kTNWyA/s1600-h/DSC03651.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIMTnt3FVfQ/SimaWCCrY3I/AAAAAAAAAr0/v7Wa2kTNWyA/s400/DSC03651.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343972136147706738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ilha La Toja- vista da Ria de Arousa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIMTnt3FVfQ/SimaAN9dGFI/AAAAAAAAArs/vmNLLLjXVp0/s1600-h/DSC03662.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIMTnt3FVfQ/SimaAN9dGFI/AAAAAAAAArs/vmNLLLjXVp0/s400/DSC03662.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343971761389901906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La Toja- Igreja coberta de conchas de Vieiras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Bom fim de semana, meus amigos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4804387261903634296-6813679325674994065?l=chderosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chderosas.blogspot.com/feeds/6813679325674994065/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chderosas.blogspot.com/2009/06/cha-n-10-mais-fotos-da-galiza.html#comment-form' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4804387261903634296/posts/default/6813679325674994065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4804387261903634296/posts/default/6813679325674994065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chderosas.blogspot.com/2009/06/cha-n-10-mais-fotos-da-galiza.html' title='Chá nº 10   Mais fotos da Galiza'/><author><name>Clotilde S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01766086101236586489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIMTnt3FVfQ/SUHCEg-_LlI/AAAAAAAAAO0/H4qrAH0hzBU/S220/DSC01124.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIMTnt3FVfQ/Simcf4W-SDI/AAAAAAAAAsc/Dxo3BIkaqiU/s72-c/DSC03699.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4804387261903634296.post-2465544440818775830</id><published>2009-06-04T15:19:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T15:38:47.953+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mariscada'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sansenxo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Galiza'/><title type='text'>Chá nº 9    O meu passeio- Concelho de Sansenxo - Galiza</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIMTnt3FVfQ/SifaCKBT4FI/AAAAAAAAArE/mCA4EFzpLRY/s1600-h/DSC03626.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIMTnt3FVfQ/SifaCKBT4FI/AAAAAAAAArE/mCA4EFzpLRY/s200/DSC03626.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343479213482827858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mariscada na mesa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mIMTnt3FVfQ/SifaB6G3DVI/AAAAAAAAAq8/1t6VwZPTpwQ/s1600-h/DSC03617.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mIMTnt3FVfQ/SifaB6G3DVI/AAAAAAAAAq8/1t6VwZPTpwQ/s200/DSC03617.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343479209211137362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Logo pela manhã, um passeio rural. Encontrámos mãe e filhos ao virar a esquina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mIMTnt3FVfQ/SifaBfd5TZI/AAAAAAAAAq0/l3lylVjVB3w/s1600-h/DSC03611.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mIMTnt3FVfQ/SifaBfd5TZI/AAAAAAAAAq0/l3lylVjVB3w/s200/DSC03611.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343479202059996562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Adoro estas heras trepando pelos velhos muros e pelas árvores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mIMTnt3FVfQ/SifaBOjkXsI/AAAAAAAAAqs/Bi9JgxGhTsw/s1600-h/DSC03602.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mIMTnt3FVfQ/SifaBOjkXsI/AAAAAAAAAqs/Bi9JgxGhTsw/s200/DSC03602.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343479197520387778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As latadas, senhoras de toda a Galiza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4804387261903634296-2465544440818775830?l=chderosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chderosas.blogspot.com/feeds/2465544440818775830/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chderosas.blogspot.com/2009/06/cha-n-9-o-meu-passeio-concelho-de.html#comment-form' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4804387261903634296/posts/default/2465544440818775830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4804387261903634296/posts/default/2465544440818775830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chderosas.blogspot.com/2009/06/cha-n-9-o-meu-passeio-concelho-de.html' title='Chá nº 9    O meu passeio- Concelho de Sansenxo - Galiza'/><author><name>Clotilde S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01766086101236586489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIMTnt3FVfQ/SUHCEg-_LlI/AAAAAAAAAO0/H4qrAH0hzBU/S220/DSC01124.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIMTnt3FVfQ/SifaCKBT4FI/AAAAAAAAArE/mCA4EFzpLRY/s72-c/DSC03626.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4804387261903634296.post-3707421105665085448</id><published>2009-05-20T22:17:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T23:12:25.902+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recantos meus'/><title type='text'>Chá nº 8      Os meus recantos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIMTnt3FVfQ/ShR0_HP8vdI/AAAAAAAAApg/Y1JPk1HfGlw/s1600-h/DSC00479.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIMTnt3FVfQ/ShR0_HP8vdI/AAAAAAAAApg/Y1JPk1HfGlw/s400/DSC00479.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338020085967404498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há um lugar na casa onde ainda vive a minha alma de menina,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mIMTnt3FVfQ/ShR0lNdRPeI/AAAAAAAAApY/TGCJo0Q_z1I/s1600-h/DSC00469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mIMTnt3FVfQ/ShR0lNdRPeI/AAAAAAAAApY/TGCJo0Q_z1I/s400/DSC00469.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338019640957287906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;por entre flores de muitas cores,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mIMTnt3FVfQ/ShR0Paq6v8I/AAAAAAAAApQ/7XC-2_a1YM0/s1600-h/DSC00467.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mIMTnt3FVfQ/ShR0Paq6v8I/AAAAAAAAApQ/7XC-2_a1YM0/s400/DSC00467.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338019266547072962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                             canetas, livros e mil imagens,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mIMTnt3FVfQ/ShRz1nhfZnI/AAAAAAAAApI/0uEJk2rhH4M/s1600-h/DSC00464.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mIMTnt3FVfQ/ShRz1nhfZnI/AAAAAAAAApI/0uEJk2rhH4M/s400/DSC00464.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338018823320594034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sob a Luz dourada onde o olhar repousa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;À laia de um chá entre amigos, uma pequena homenagem com o cheiro de biscoitos quentes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; 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 &lt;/span&gt;Amor e de Amizade&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Onde Poeta Sou &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;De Mil&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Marés&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;E Fotos em experiência.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Na Casa de Maio&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Um Piano e um Madrigal&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;E todos os Instantes da Vida&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Cantando o Sonho e o Mar que eu Sou.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Na Casa de Maio as Velas ardem sempre até ao fim&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;E há Jardins de Pedra&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Citando Osho caminhando pela Paz.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Na Casa de Maio nos reunimos e sorrimos&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Na Partilha dos sentires,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Na alegria do reencontro!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Gosto muito de vocês, meus amigos queridos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4804387261903634296-3707421105665085448?l=chderosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chderosas.blogspot.com/feeds/3707421105665085448/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chderosas.blogspot.com/2009/05/cha-n-8-os-meus-recantos.html#comment-form' title='32 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4804387261903634296/posts/default/3707421105665085448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4804387261903634296/posts/default/3707421105665085448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chderosas.blogspot.com/2009/05/cha-n-8-os-meus-recantos.html' title='Chá nº 8      Os meus recantos'/><author><name>Clotilde S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01766086101236586489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIMTnt3FVfQ/SUHCEg-_LlI/AAAAAAAAAO0/H4qrAH0hzBU/S220/DSC01124.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIMTnt3FVfQ/ShR0_HP8vdI/AAAAAAAAApg/Y1JPk1HfGlw/s72-c/DSC00479.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>32</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4804387261903634296.post-8003026635793847675</id><published>2009-05-18T00:44:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T01:13:57.091+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Chá nº 7        Realidades e sonhos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIMTnt3FVfQ/ShChmMzOIRI/AAAAAAAAAos/oHod7IcnZGM/s1600-h/6a00d83451ead569e200e54f289fc08833-800wi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 316px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIMTnt3FVfQ/ShChmMzOIRI/AAAAAAAAAos/oHod7IcnZGM/s400/6a00d83451ead569e200e54f289fc08833-800wi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336943236077199634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;O sonho é comprar dois destes cadeirões para a salinha, tudo o mais neste post é pura realidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Este fim de semana foi de loucos. Na sexta-feira fui ao Jumbo (passo a publicidade) e aproveitei as plantas em vaso ao preço promocional de 1 euro cada e dei asas à imaginação.Resultado: um tabuleiro cheio de plantinhas novas cá para casa.Como tive aulas de tarde, deixei-as dormir no chão da sala.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sábado fomos tomar café ao shopping, comprei uns livros e depois passei pela aldeia para apanhar umas hortênsias, cravos e verduras e fui com o M. e a mãe renovar as flores da campa do pai.A floreira ficou linda, especialmente por serem flores cuidadas por nós. Tão diferentes das que compramos nas lojas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Como ainda era cedo, passámos por Santa Cruz, para dar um beijinho ao filhote João e verificar se estava tudo bem. Ele é um óptimo cozinheiro mas não é grande doméstico, pelo que precisa de uma mãozinha da mãe e da avó, sob risco de chegarmos lá no verão e estar tudo submerso em livros, revistas, roupas e Cds. É melhor ir acautelando que não tarda partimos para lá de armas e bagagens. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ainda houve tempo para o M. e eu irmos tomar um cafézinho à beira-mar , de mãos dadas, como no post da Maria P. e ficarmos a conversar ao sol, sentados num daqueles bancos do novo calçadão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Depois foi voltar para casa devagarinho, pela subida menos íngreme , acompanhando a falésia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Beijinho ao filhote, pegar umas coisas ( há sempre coisas para trazer e voltar a levar para Santa...) e vir para a cidade tratar do jantar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ao serão, passei mais de quatro horas em contacto com o pessoal da Zon, porque tinha um problema na Tv cabo, mas às três da manhã o M. ficou feliz por ter de novo a Sport Tv. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hoje, dormimos toda a manhã. Só podíamos. De tarde, estive a mudar a decoração da salinha do computador porque quis fazer uns cestos com arranjos de plantas e pedrinhas (as tais plantinhas de sexta-feira) e vai daí acabei com isto tudo virado do avesso. Foi a tarde inteira !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Finalmente, lá pelas 20 horas, consegui tomar um shower e fazer o jantar . O M. foi um querido e lavou-me a loiça para que eu pudesse secar o cabelo e arranjar-me.Fomos dar uma voltinha pelo parque, estivemos um pouco na esplanada e casinha porque a noite está fresquinha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ao serão, tenho andado a actualizar os blogs e a visitar os amigos. A mãe e a Caty estão na sala a ver as cantigas dos meninos da Júlia e do Goucha e o M. está aqui a "ver" televisão , meio esticadinho no sofá e a dormitar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Não sei como é que me arranjo sempre para ter uns fins de semana tão repousantes. he he he &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Espero que tenham gostado do chá. Foi simples, porque não houve tempo para fazer biscoitos.Boa semana, amigos! Voltem sempre. Sobretudo agora que a salinha está florida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- M. Vamos para a caminha que estes amigos que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;rem ir sossegar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4804387261903634296-8003026635793847675?l=chderosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chderosas.blogspot.com/feeds/8003026635793847675/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chderosas.blogspot.com/2009/05/cha-n-7-realidades-e-sonhos.html#comment-form' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4804387261903634296/posts/default/8003026635793847675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4804387261903634296/posts/default/8003026635793847675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chderosas.blogspot.com/2009/05/cha-n-7-realidades-e-sonhos.html' title='Chá nº 7        Realidades e sonhos'/><author><name>Clotilde S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01766086101236586489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIMTnt3FVfQ/SUHCEg-_LlI/AAAAAAAAAO0/H4qrAH0hzBU/S220/DSC01124.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIMTnt3FVfQ/ShChmMzOIRI/AAAAAAAAAos/oHod7IcnZGM/s72-c/6a00d83451ead569e200e54f289fc08833-800wi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4804387261903634296.post-4992688436333774716</id><published>2009-05-11T15:29:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T15:29:55.259+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Chá nº6        Família</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-00.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=3458764513837982208&amp;amp;site=widget-00.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3458764513837982208&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-00.slide.com/p1/3458764513837982208/bb_t011_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3458764513837982208&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-00.slide.com/p2/3458764513837982208/bb_t011_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3458764513837982208&amp;amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-00.slide.com/p4/3458764513837982208/bb_t011_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4804387261903634296-4992688436333774716?l=chderosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chderosas.blogspot.com/feeds/4992688436333774716/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chderosas.blogspot.com/2009/05/cha-n6-familia.html#comment-form' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4804387261903634296/posts/default/4992688436333774716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4804387261903634296/posts/default/4992688436333774716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chderosas.blogspot.com/2009/05/cha-n6-familia.html' title='Chá nº6        Família'/><author><name>Clotilde S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01766086101236586489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIMTnt3FVfQ/SUHCEg-_LlI/AAAAAAAAAO0/H4qrAH0hzBU/S220/DSC01124.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4804387261903634296.post-2060301239852642773</id><published>2009-05-10T15:21:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T15:28:07.270+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Chá nº 5   Brincando com letras, imagens e brilhos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a target="_blank" title="Logo Designer" href="http://www.logomyway.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://big.photo-1.blingeasy.com/images/bling/1208357_Home_sweet_home.gif" alt="Home sweet home" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora que descobri o Blingeasy, não me canso de brincar com isto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É superdivertido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Formatei a imagem do "Lar Doce Lar" para vos oferecer neste Domingo, porque é o dia  de estarmos mais em casa e com a Família e também porque se trata do Dia das Mães no Brasil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijinhos e BOM DOMINGO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4804387261903634296-2060301239852642773?l=chderosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chderosas.blogspot.com/feeds/2060301239852642773/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chderosas.blogspot.com/2009/05/agora-que-descobri-o-blingeasy-nao-me.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4804387261903634296/posts/default/2060301239852642773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4804387261903634296/posts/default/2060301239852642773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chderosas.blogspot.com/2009/05/agora-que-descobri-o-blingeasy-nao-me.html' title='Chá nº 5   Brincando com letras, imagens e brilhos'/><author><name>Clotilde S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01766086101236586489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIMTnt3FVfQ/SUHCEg-_LlI/AAAAAAAAAO0/H4qrAH0hzBU/S220/DSC01124.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4804387261903634296.post-15171007441807115</id><published>2009-05-09T18:21:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T00:05:47.679+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Chá nº 4    A dona de casa perfeita</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIMTnt3FVfQ/SgW9En4n_1I/AAAAAAAAAmU/5ie1W-YXaTw/s1600-h/dona+de+casa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIMTnt3FVfQ/SgW9En4n_1I/AAAAAAAAAmU/5ie1W-YXaTw/s400/dona+de+casa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333877220813832018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19 horas de uma tarde de Sábado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Estas imagens antigas em que as tarefas domésticas eram representadas como fontes de grandes alegrias para as mulheres, quando , na realidade, são trabalhos bastante penosos, sobretudo para quem tem de ser mãe, dona de casa e profissional, não passam disso mesmo : imagens bonitas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sei que nos sabe bem a comida boa na mesa, a roupa lavada e engomada e a casa limpa  e cheirosa, mas há dias em que todos exigem demais de nós. Pessoalmente, gostaria que me ajudassem um pouco nestas lidas , mas não tenho grande sorte, daí eu dizer que chego a sentir-me "pouca mãe, para tanta gente".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desculpem o desabafo, mas  passei a tarde a lavar e a arrumar, estou cansada, doem-me as costas e ainda tenho de ir inventar qualquer coisa para o jantar. Mal tive tempo para vir aqui um bocadinho enquanto o chão da cozinha seca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Até já!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIMTnt3FVfQ/SgYJZVtNeOI/AAAAAAAAAmc/a2BdCGctExA/s1600-h/ch%C3%A1+de+rosas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIMTnt3FVfQ/SgYJZVtNeOI/AAAAAAAAAmc/a2BdCGctExA/s400/ch%C3%A1+de+rosas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333961139595081954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;23 horas e 30 minutos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Chega agora o repouso da guerreira. Jantámos, arrumei a cozinha e fui com o meu querido M. tomar café na esplanada. Estava lá uma mocinha a tocar viola e a cantar e ficámos uma horinha a ouvi-la. De regresso a casa, demos um passeio pelo parque, mais curto do que o habitual porque esta noite de Maio está chuvosa e bastante fresca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A casa está finalmente em sossego e posso vir dar uma voltinha pelos blogs, ver o mail, escolher imagens no Google, postar alguma coisa... Não vou ficar muito tempo porque estou cansadita. Foi um dia duro e não quero deitar-me muito tarde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daqui a pouco bebo um chá ou uma chávena de leite quente, como uns biscoitos e vou enfim descansar. Isto de ter sido educada para ser uma dona de casa perfeita tem o seu preço, mas contas feitas, acaba por ser muito compensador.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4804387261903634296-15171007441807115?l=chderosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chderosas.blogspot.com/feeds/15171007441807115/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chderosas.blogspot.com/2009/05/cha-n-4-dona-de-casa-perfeita.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4804387261903634296/posts/default/15171007441807115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4804387261903634296/posts/default/15171007441807115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chderosas.blogspot.com/2009/05/cha-n-4-dona-de-casa-perfeita.html' title='Chá nº 4    A dona de casa perfeita'/><author><name>Clotilde S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01766086101236586489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIMTnt3FVfQ/SUHCEg-_LlI/AAAAAAAAAO0/H4qrAH0hzBU/S220/DSC01124.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIMTnt3FVfQ/SgW9En4n_1I/AAAAAAAAAmU/5ie1W-YXaTw/s72-c/dona+de+casa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4804387261903634296.post-1831644929479702076</id><published>2009-05-06T00:02:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T00:28:43.369+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Chá nº3   Sonho</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIMTnt3FVfQ/SgDKL1LnRII/AAAAAAAAAlc/wDiE3TDBaus/s1600-h/DSC_0011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIMTnt3FVfQ/SgDKL1LnRII/AAAAAAAAAlc/wDiE3TDBaus/s400/DSC_0011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332484263409828994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Uma casa com terraço onde pudesse ter  trepadeiras, vasos floridos e plantas aromáticas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mIMTnt3FVfQ/SgDKA6soxlI/AAAAAAAAAlU/Q3BKSlmcCVg/s1600-h/Sainati.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mIMTnt3FVfQ/SgDKA6soxlI/AAAAAAAAAlU/Q3BKSlmcCVg/s400/Sainati.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332484075911956050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um paraíso "on the top of the roof" para estar em família, receber os amigos, ouvir música, meditar, dançar, ler, escrever, pintar e apanhar sol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mIMTnt3FVfQ/SgDF70XEsMI/AAAAAAAAAlM/LfMtWzzFDrk/s1600-h/15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 221px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mIMTnt3FVfQ/SgDF70XEsMI/AAAAAAAAAlM/LfMtWzzFDrk/s400/15.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332479590265041090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Já que se trata de um sonho, o melhor é sonhar em grande!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E tu? Com que sonhas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4804387261903634296-1831644929479702076?l=chderosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chderosas.blogspot.com/feeds/1831644929479702076/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chderosas.blogspot.com/2009/05/cha-n3-sonho.html#comment-form' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4804387261903634296/posts/default/1831644929479702076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4804387261903634296/posts/default/1831644929479702076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chderosas.blogspot.com/2009/05/cha-n3-sonho.html' title='Chá nº3   Sonho'/><author><name>Clotilde S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01766086101236586489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIMTnt3FVfQ/SUHCEg-_LlI/AAAAAAAAAO0/H4qrAH0hzBU/S220/DSC01124.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIMTnt3FVfQ/SgDKL1LnRII/AAAAAAAAAlc/wDiE3TDBaus/s72-c/DSC_0011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4804387261903634296.post-1681597096279370257</id><published>2009-05-02T00:56:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T01:13:03.177+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Chá nº2 O que eu ando a ler</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIMTnt3FVfQ/SfuMYL4dd7I/AAAAAAAAAjY/U553Wml5Y1M/s1600-h/sraesp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 197px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIMTnt3FVfQ/SfuMYL4dd7I/AAAAAAAAAjY/U553Wml5Y1M/s400/sraesp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331008931057465266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Na verdade, ando a reler. Comprei este livro em Outubro de 2000, uma publicação da Dom Quixote.  Mas, pelo que pude ver na net, há agora esta edição da Booklet, certamente mais em conta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Embora seja um romance com perto de 10 anos, gosto de o reler de vez em quando e de meditar sobre algumas frases ou passagens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Podemos ler na contracapa:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Senhora das especiarias conduz o leitor numa viagem delirante através do universo mágico das especiarias e dos mitos. Um romance fascinante que revela os mistérios universais do coração humano e explora o choque entre o Oriente e o Ocidente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encanta-me e eu não resisto a frases deste tipo :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(...) Na loja, cada dia tem uma cor, um aroma. E, se souberem escutar, uma melodia. (...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ou ainda :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(...) E pela primeira vez na minha mente, apercebo-me de uma agitação como as algas no fundo do mar, quase invisível nas sombras de sal. (...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta é uma boa sugestão de leitura para Maio ou de  prenda para as mães das vossas vidas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E não se esqueçam de serem felizes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clotilde&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4804387261903634296-1681597096279370257?l=chderosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chderosas.blogspot.com/feeds/1681597096279370257/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chderosas.blogspot.com/2009/05/cha-n2-o-que-eu-ando-ler.html#comment-form' title='15 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4804387261903634296/posts/default/1681597096279370257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4804387261903634296/posts/default/1681597096279370257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chderosas.blogspot.com/2009/05/cha-n2-o-que-eu-ando-ler.html' title='Chá nº2 O que eu ando a ler'/><author><name>Clotilde S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01766086101236586489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIMTnt3FVfQ/SUHCEg-_LlI/AAAAAAAAAO0/H4qrAH0hzBU/S220/DSC01124.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIMTnt3FVfQ/SfuMYL4dd7I/AAAAAAAAAjY/U553Wml5Y1M/s72-c/sraesp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4804387261903634296.post-9116527191827029782</id><published>2009-05-01T18:25:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T01:40:27.662+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Chá nº 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIMTnt3FVfQ/Sfswq13Mu2I/AAAAAAAAAio/YlVrV2OLgiQ/s1600-h/mleoa.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIMTnt3FVfQ/Sfswq13Mu2I/AAAAAAAAAio/YlVrV2OLgiQ/s400/mleoa.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330908096494353250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Selinho de responsabilidade, que  ganhei da Madrinha Meri, do blog &lt;a href="http://www.luz-em-flor.blogspot.com/"&gt;Luz em flor&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://mimosdale.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para este selo as regras básicas são:&lt;br /&gt;1-Postar o Selo e repassá-lo para 3 Mães Leoas.&lt;br /&gt;2-Falar um pouco de sua mãe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou passá-lo para 3 Mães Leoas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- A minha amiga &lt;a href="http://www.pitangadoce.blogspot.com/"&gt;Pitanga&lt;/a&gt; do blog Pitanga Doce, uma mãe leoa, sem dúvida.&lt;br /&gt;2- A minha amiga &lt;a href="http://www.amigonasempre.blogspot.com/"&gt;Rosário&lt;/a&gt; do blog Instantes da Vida, uma mãe e uma avó superleoa&lt;br /&gt;3.A todas a amigas Mães leoas, amorosas e queridas desta blogosfera!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A minha Mãe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A minha Mãe é a melhor mãe do Mundo. Eu sei que todos vocês têm mães lindas, queridas e maravilhosas, mas a minha mãe é que é mesmo, mesmo, mesmo a melhor mãe do mundo, não há como contrariar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A minha mãe sempre esteve a meu lado em todos os momentos da minha vida, quer fossem bons, assim-assim ou até muito maus. Sempre lutou a meu lado, sacrificando-se muitas vezes para que eu fosse mais feliz. Até hoje.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;A minha mãe vendeu a casa dela para nos ajudar, a mim e aos meus filhos, quando ficámos sozinhos, e veio viver para a minha casa. Hoje, aos 77 anos, ainda é ela com a sua força, as suas orações e a sua grande energia, que me obriga a olhar para a vida e seguir em frente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amo-te muito , Mãe, e desejo-te longa vida e felicidade!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4804387261903634296-9116527191827029782?l=chderosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chderosas.blogspot.com/feeds/9116527191827029782/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chderosas.blogspot.com/2009/05/cha-n-1.html#comment-form' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4804387261903634296/posts/default/9116527191827029782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4804387261903634296/posts/default/9116527191827029782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chderosas.blogspot.com/2009/05/cha-n-1.html' title='Chá nº 1'/><author><name>Clotilde S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01766086101236586489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIMTnt3FVfQ/SUHCEg-_LlI/AAAAAAAAAO0/H4qrAH0hzBU/S220/DSC01124.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIMTnt3FVfQ/Sfswq13Mu2I/AAAAAAAAAio/YlVrV2OLgiQ/s72-c/mleoa.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4804387261903634296.post-7457425003131748461</id><published>2009-05-01T00:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T00:48:55.355+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Convite</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Para dar início ao lindo e florido mês de Maio, nada como a criação deste Chá de Rosas II, em memória do meu primeiríssimo blog, onde reunia com as amigas e amigos para partilharmos gostos, ideias, pequenas coisas tão importantes e que tantas amizades e alegrias me deu  .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui fica o convite para um cházinho de rosas com  canela e jasmim e uma pitada de açúcar moscavado. Podem trazer livros, biscoitos ou uma fumegante tarte de maçã. Peguem em almofadas, sentem-se por aí e façam desta a vossa casa também.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4804387261903634296-7457425003131748461?l=chderosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chderosas.blogspot.com/feeds/7457425003131748461/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chderosas.blogspot.com/2009/04/convite.html#comment-form' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4804387261903634296/posts/default/7457425003131748461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4804387261903634296/posts/default/7457425003131748461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chderosas.blogspot.com/2009/04/convite.html' title='Convite'/><author><name>Clotilde S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01766086101236586489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIMTnt3FVfQ/SUHCEg-_LlI/AAAAAAAAAO0/H4qrAH0hzBU/S220/DSC01124.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry></feed>
