DIY Ideas: Recycling Old Sweaters Have you ever dreamed to become famous fashion designer? Have you dreamed of fashion fantasy and glamour. Well, most of us don’t have chance to achieve dreams, however, the small DIY projects can bring up our creativity and wake up the designer who is sleeping in everyone of us. In today’s article we will show you numerous ways to recycle your old sweaters the good way. Wine Bottle Cover Lampshade Laptop cover Sweater mittens Sweater pillows Pumpkins Sweater-wrapped Wreath Trick boot socks Sweater Legwarmers Sweater Jar Covers Tote Bag Sweater Rug Gift wrap Sweater Bracelets Infinity scarf
Fake tattoo tilraunir…. | Anna Banani Hi Victoria This is really simple, you’ll need: transfer paper or baking paper, a soft pencil, a bowl of water, washcloth, baby powder, makeup sponge, rubbing alcohol, cotton pads ,waterproof eyeliner and some lipstick sealer or special effecs makeup glue(optional). Start by choosing your design and print out the image. Next you put your baking paper or transfer paper on top of your image and start tracing. I’ts important to use a soft pencil when you trace your image. Next it’s time to prep your skin, put some rubbing alcohol on the area you want your fake tattoo. When the pencil lines have been successfully transferred on to your skin dab the skin with a dry cotton pad lightly. Have fun and good luck!
Raining.fm Human World Human World The women of the Tiwi tribe in the South Pacific are married at birth. When Albert Einstein died, his final words died with him. The nurse at his side didn't understand German. St Patrick, the patron saint of Ireland, was not Irish. The lance ceased to be an official battle weapon in the British Army in 1927. St. Many sailors used to wear gold earrings so that they could afford a proper burial when they died. Some very Orthodox Jew refuse to speak Hebrew, believing it to be a language reserved only for the Prophets. A South African monkey was once awarded a medal and promoted to the rank of corporal during World War I. Born 4 January 1838, General Tom Thumb's growth slowed at the age of 6 months, at 5 years he was signed to the circus by P.T. Because they had no proper rubbish disposal system, the streets of ancient Mesopotamia became literally knee-deep in rubbish. The Toltecs, Seventh-century native Mexicans, went into battle with wooden swords so as not to kill their enemies.
Llanfairpwllgwyngyll Coordinates: Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch (pronounced [ˌɬanvairˌpuɬɡwɨ̞nˌɡɨ̞ɬɡoˌɡɛrəˌχwərnˌdrobuɬˌɬantɨ̞ˌsiljoˌɡoɡoˈɡoːχ] ( At the 2001 census the population of the community was 3,040,[1] 76% of whom speak Welsh fluently; the highest percentage of speakers is in the 10–14 age group, where 97.1% speak Welsh.[citation needed] It is the sixth largest settlement on the island by population. Name[edit] The name means: [St.] This village was originally known as Llanfair Pwllgwyngyll (and is sometimes still referred to as Llanfairpwllgwyngyll) and was given its long name in the 19th century in an attempt to develop it as a commercial and tourist centre (see Significance of the name below). The name is also shortened to Llanfair PG, which is sufficient to distinguish it from the many other Welsh villages with Llanfair in their names. Significance of the name[edit] Illustration of a sign showing the name and English translation of the town Pronunciation[edit]
5 Secret Restaurants in Paris Promise you won’t tell anyone…! 1. L’Etage de Pastavino – Saint Germain’s best-kept secret It just looks like an ordinary Italian deli (épicerie in French) on a bustling market street in Saint Germain … but it’s hiding a secret in a dark corner at the back. Indicated only by two blackboards nearly tucked out of sight, something well-worth discovering is at the top of this winding staircase … Disappear past the shelves of Italian produce and find yourself in a charming, chic and cosy dining room upstairs… Jazz music plays softly in the background. We didn’t order this little plate, but it came anyway. We tried the four house cheeses of the day. Look at that creamy heart of burrata… The menu is varied and written entirely in Italian (which the rather handsome waiters kindly translate and explain to you item by item). So next time you pass a deli-cum-sandwich shop, take a second look, it might not be all that it seems! La Bottega Pastavino//L’Etage de Pastavino, 18 Rue de Buci, 6eme. 2. 3. 4. 5.
Cartoonists' Inventions We'll send you a reminder of where you left off. Your reminder will be sent In this week’s magazine, there is an interesting collection of sidebars called “Imagined Inventions.” The writer Jonathan Nolan, for example, imagines an emoji keyboard on your smartphone that, instead of creating emoticons, could produce the perfect facial reaction to any situation—a date, a power meeting, whatever—on your very own “smartface.” The novelist Gary Shteyngart imagines an amped-up version of the Google driverless car that would drive you safely from your bedroom to your favorite bar and back again. Liam Walsh writes, “Maybe I just wasn’t trained properly, but I’ve never known quite how to trim my nails without them going everywhere. No comment was needed for Bob Eckstein’s or Carolita Johnson’s ideas: The cartoonist Alex Gregory felt that his idea might be better left undrawn. Joe Dator imagined something eminently practical and, I hope, for his sake, patentable.
Twisted Disney Princesses - GEARFUSE Why couldn’t I resist these awesome Twisted Disney Princesses pieces? Well for one, they are, indeed, awesome. Number two, some of them are almost zombie-esque and you know us. We can’t resist zombies. Have you been looking for a way to scar your 5-year-old daughter for life? Link [via] Beethoven When Beethoven passed away, he was buried in a churchyard. A couple days later, the town drunk was walking through the cemetery and heard some strange noise coming from the area where Beethoven was buried. Terrified, the drunk ran and got the priest to come and listen to it. The priest bent close to the grave and heard some faint, unrecognizable music coming from the grave. Frightened, the priest ran and got the town magistrate. When the magistrate arrived, he bent his ear to the grave, listened for a moment, and said, "Ah, yes, that's Beethoven's Ninth Symphony, being played backwards." He listened a while longer, and said, "There's the Eighth Symphony, and it's backwards, too. Suddenly the realization of what was happening dawned on the magistrate; he stood up and announced to the crowd that had gathered in the cemetery, "My fellow citizens, there's nothing to worry about.