all know me the following lines are taken for a April Fool's joke. I would not have believed it myself if I had not been there. We had decided to rebuild our family bed because anyway everybody sleeps, including dog with us - and because everything is now legally installed deep had to padding her - to be exact a kind of nursing pillow once everything rumreicht - the only catch is that - at Ikea, there are so individual objects simply do not (I did it but by mail addressed to the service why she was so vital not objects of parental control would serve in the range, the good woman from Sweden I think in the heat of the mind would have lost). All the sewing can not live more realistically close to me. So had to be victims and I, despite my rudimentary or rather nonexistent Nähfähigkeiten determined "padding bed" the project itself to take in hand.
To get straight to the front - which is one of the rare excursions into the strange and dangerous world of the sewing women remain on my part - it has kindled a fire of passion in me, as with many others - for me there is for such purposes and for good friends Not Ikea.
The result of a whole evening at the sewing machine and a whole day with more than laborious fabric roll up and plug is:
tatatataaaa * * LE SAUCISSE!!
to German:
the sausage!
to German:
the sausage!
That was the pet name (I refuse to rigorously evaluate the pejorative for all the effort) by Pablo proud for my presentation.
"Oh Mama! You've sewn a sausage! A giant sausage! The most beautiful I have ever seen!"
So I sewed containing a sausage - according to the résumé of 2 days of hard work on foreign soil.
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