dimanche 25 janvier 2009

Truc noué

Un petit lariat.
J'ai bien aimé faire la fleur; nouer les perles, un peu moins ( j'ai bien dû y passer deux heures)

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Anonyme a dit…

ton petit lariat est superbe!!

25 janvier 2009 à 05:06
Anonyme a dit…

elle est sublime ta fleur!

25 janvier 2009 à 07:16
Anonyme a dit…

c'est magnifique!
c'est ta propre création?

25 janvier 2009 à 09:52
cynalune a dit…

Merci
Florence : oui, c'est une création perso, je peux faire un tuto tant que je me rappellle de ce que j'ai fais :)

25 janvier 2009 à 11:03
Anonyme a dit…

J'aime beaucoup. Mais au risque de paraître idiote, qu'est ce qu'un lariat ?
Merci à vous.

25 janvier 2009 à 11:28
cynalune a dit…

un lariat c'est un collier sans fermoir mais fait un peu comme un lasso, avec une boucle à une extrémité, dans laquelle tu passes l'autres extrémité pour fermer.

Ou alors ma version plus flemmarde, une longueur de collier que tu plies en deux et où tu passes les extrémités, comme pour une écharpe :p

25 janvier 2009 à 11:38
Anonyme a dit…

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh !!!!! merci merci pour cette info.

27 janvier 2009 à 05:25
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