blogme tendal Tag

BLOGME TENDAL CCLXXIII: Stretched out

Without tweezers, without anything. And there they are, thrown in the crossbeam of the window. It is a recklessness, ins't it? And what will happen if wind get up suddenly? They'll go all on the air. I suppose they do not do it without a...

BLOGME TENDAL CCLXXII: Unpaired

It s nice to be matching because if one day you have an unexpected urgency and you have to go to the doctor, how is he going to see you if you have the part of above that doesen't combine with the part of...

BLOGME TENDAL CCLXXI: Clothes out!

Clothes hunging in the street up is a beauty. The beauty of sharing. It is a happiness. To hung clothes up in the street is a greeting to neighbors and walkers; an invitation to a conversation, to share, unconsciously, that you are there and...

BLOGME TENDAL CCLXX: Playing to hide-and-seek.

There are clothes that are cheaters; that, sometimes for bothering, others for playing a joke on others, instead of worrying about no to be discovered themselves, they discover the others. Boh! The panty was hidden very well on the rope of behind, but the...