With my father, leave the house to suburbs, a small town, up a church of the tower high. I secretly whisper: "bring me up here stem what?"
"To look at it, ilsa!" Father said.
I get up the courage to the sticking beneath the on see, see a web of village wrapped around Rome, like a spider web cross the street, as distortion to a Rome square. zhenjiaying8787 blogspot blog
"Good to see see, dear children," the father said, "softly to more than one way to the square. Life is so. If you find go this way can not reach the destination, and you just the other way try!"
Father why would take me climb there, now I see. A few days ago. I asked mother said the school supplies lunch is too bad, and asked her to school, but she does not believe that reflect. Later I turn to his father, he had said nothing. After two days, it took me climb the tower, give me vivid lesson, gave me a open heart key. When I came home, has come up with a way to.......
The next day at the school lunch, I slipped the soup into a rice jar to take home. I told the family cook said, the kind of dinner up let mother taste. This way indeed as expected to take effect, mother of one spoon is tasted a spit, complain a way: "the cook is mad or what!" I hasten to say so. Mother angrily statement, she'll complain to the school.
After a long time, I always remember father taught me. My goal in life is to become a fashion designer. However, in me to the destination forward after a short way, he found that the road is blocked. I do? Is the failure, gump stopped, or your head, to think of ways to find another one and the way forward?
So, I came to the world of fashion center in Paris. I had a browse through carefully, those famous fashion design, no one can cause my interest. But one day, I met a friend, she was wearing a very beautiful sweater, color is simple, but very clever fashion.
"Your body is playing his sweater?" I asked.
"No," she answered, "is one of the Paris taxi." Mrs.
"Many wonderful stitches!" I admire way.
The friend introduced me to say: "the wife--named d Diane--is the birthplace of American society in her knitting the law." the
I suddenly had a brainwave, come up with a more novel sweater with the design. Then, a more daring idea flooding into my mind: why I don't use my father's darfur, Canberra's open a boutique firm, design, production and the sale of fashion? May start from of sweater!
I painted a black and white butterfly pattern design drawing, please d sweater Mrs. Diane first dozen a. After the play, I see, it was so beautiful. I'm going to let people identified a while, and put on this sweater, to go to a fashion businessman attention the luncheon and as a result, my fondest hopes. New York representative of a large store immediately to order a sweater with 40, I request delivery within two weeks, I am happy to accept, like stepping on a happy clouds came out. hallekaren yaplog blog
When I'm standing in front of Mrs. Diane d, that one happy cloud suddenly disappeared. "You want to know, weave such a sweater with, I spend almost exactly one week time!" She said, "two weeks to 40 thing? It's impossible." Now I collapsed--see victory in sight, and the road is blocked. I am depressed to retire. Walk on the road to, and I suddenly stopped, thought, must otherwise way out. This sweater with though need special skills, but be sure, in Paris, certain will have other American women know woven.
I went back to Mrs. Diane d home, her statement to my mind. She think reasonable, willing to help me.
I with d Diane wife like a detective, investigated as living in Paris every American. Through the friends in the introduction, we finally found the twenty know this special knitting method of American women. Two weeks later, 40 a sweater with on time delivery, from my new open, Canberra's strange, boutiques, loaded on to American freighter. Since then, a fashion and perfume river, Canberra's, from lisa's boutiques in flowing out.
