EVENTO MOVIMENTO DAS AGUAS

-
Por este ano estar faltando agua em Sao Paulo .A escola fez este evento,para conciemtizar  os pequenos a  economizar agua..achei ideia maravilhosa...aqui onde moramos em Palmas TO temos agua em abundancia.mas mesmo assim temos usar com responsabilidade para nao faltar ...essa foi alguma roupas que fiz para esse evento,tipo um teatro com danças....vejam ai...pequeno pap  do macacao da AnaClaudia ...















Comentários

Postar um comentário

Postagens mais visitadas deste blog

BONECAS DE FUXICO...olha fiz algumas bonequinhas e tem o moldeEEEEEEE!!!!

-
Imagem
a lista de material e ;tecido de algodao,para rosto e tecidinho estampado pra o corpo e cordao para os braços e perna e na ponta fuxico com enchimento de plumante e fio de la para o cabelo.a medida esta abaixo..pode cortar que dar certo. esse molde da  Andreia Malheiros  tenho o molde da boneca grande resolvi fazer em miniatura...ficou lindinhaaaaaaa... Aqui e a mesma coisa ... Esse molde foram retirada do blog bonecos fuxicos   blog  Facilite sua arte como fazer tudo em artesanato aqui foi retirado da net.
Leia mais

Video of the Synopsis – THE LADY OF THE NIGHT

-
THE LADY OF THE NIGHT, by Brazilian author Sidney Gallero, was originally published in Portuguese on Amazon and is currently being translated into English. Some chapters will be made available on the blog as the English translation progresses. Sidney Gallero would love to hear from readers and fellow Fable users.  Your thoughts, impressions, and honest feedback about the story are greatly appreciated. Would you like to discover the darkness behind THE LADY OF THE NIGHT? Review Chapter - 1 Chapter - 2 Chapter - 3 Chapter - 4  
Leia mais

The Lady of the Night – Chapter 1

-
Imagem
  Review of the ebook “All chapters will be published on the blog.” Chapter 1 The Encounter Paris, France, twenty-first century. The café was steeped in a bittersweet haze of burning incense, laced with the metallic tang of rusted iron. Elias Montgomery, an American pastor and writer of thirty, drew a long breath, striving to mask his unease. He had chosen this dim Parisian café, with its low ceiling and muted light, because an anonymous message on his phone had promised that here he would find the subject of his life—the fantastic yet real story no one else dared to record. The door opened. A gust of cold air swept through, snuffing out a candle on the counter. And then she entered. Emma Valcourt. Her blonde curls spilled over her shoulders with a liquid grace. Her face, seemingly fixed in the youth of twenty-three, betrayed none of the decades—or centuries—she carried. In the moist gleam of her eyes flickered both innocence and cruelty. “Pastor Montgomery?” she asked in h...
Leia mais