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&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;O vestido falou comigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;(Na linguagem das roupas)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As roupas do Brechó dividem suas histórias, através do comportamento de uma determinada época, ou, revelam-se discretamente através de seus detalhes, que estão além da atmosfera de tendências de uma determinada década, expressando a vida de alguém e, tornam-se espelhos.&lt;br /&gt;
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Sou colecionadora de revistas de moda e, minhas preferidas são aquelas que as maravilhosas costureiras usavam para copiar ou se inspirar na confecção de seus modelitos. Temos peças no Brechó feitas por essas costureiras que são muito parecidas com modelos ditados em revistas entre as décadas de 60 e 80.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Certo dia, em uma garimpagem, um vestido me achou. Dizem que é a primeira impressão que fica, mas neste caso, o que prevaleceu foi o que estava além daquele encontro. Aquele vestido (feito por uma costureira) estava descosturado, muito manchado e falei:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- Acho que não quero, vai me dar muito trabalho para restaurar e nem sei se vou conseguir tirar todas essas manchas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mas o vestido continuava me chamando... rs&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;Falei novamente:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- Bom, sei que você é um setentinha pela malha, mas cadê toda a psicodelia e a pegada Disco dos anos 70, você vai ter que me convencer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Foi nesse momento que percebi algumas flores na saia, pintadas com tanta delicadeza e sentimentos que me fizeram comprar o vestido para tentar resgatar uma história que ninguém mais sabia contar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O Vestido ficou um bom tempo no Ateliê, depois que ele já havia tomado “aquele” banho, já estava sem manchas, ao restaurar suas costuras, comecei a perceber a sua história.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;E o vestido falou comigo:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ele é tamanho pequeno, veste 36 na modelagem atual. Provavelmente, pela medida do busto e das costas, deve ter sido confeccionado para uma adolescente entre os seus 14 a 16 anos, com aproximadamente 1,60 de altura. Acredito que a costureira é alguém muito próximo desta mocinha, pois existe muito carinho e afeto em cada detalhe, poderia ser a mãe ou avó, só sei que além de uma super costureira, ela tinha muitas habilidades artesanais, pois as flores pintadas são sensacionais. E o modelo escolhido por ambas unem de forma sensível estas duas gerações.&amp;nbsp;Se esta história não for verdadeira, a culpa é do vestido, pois foi ele que me contou... rs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Os momentos que me levam a loucura são aqueles que todas as peças falam ao mesmo tempo.... (Saias, Paletós, Vestidos, Blusas, Camisas, Calças etc. e tal...rs)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mas é o que torna minha profissão uma agradável diversão!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gentileza&amp;nbsp; gera Gentileza&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O século xx foi marcado pelos inúmeros avanços tecnológicos, a disponibilidade e qualidade da medicina melhoraram de forma espantosa, estilos musicais foram desenvolvidos, os esportes tornaram-se uma atividade não apenas para previlegiados, enfim, eu poderia citar uma lista enorme entre virtudes e aberrações do século passado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mas, circulando apenas nas virtudes, seria capaz de fazer outra lista sobre pessoas que se destacaram e ganharam seu galardão pela&amp;nbsp; cooperação positiva que tiveram, mesmo pertencendo ao século apelidado de sangrento.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pensando em grandes nomes, me inspiro nos ilustres anônimos, que todos os dias regam seu jardim com a esperança de construir um futuro mais florido.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Em 14/06, estaremos completando nosso primeiro ano na Rua Havaí. Todos os dias( neste período de 365 dias...rs) fomos previlegiados e surpreendidos com o carinho e amizade de todos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Como pregava o poeta andarilho:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Gentileza gera Gentileza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Então, este post é dedicado a cada brotinha e brotinho como forma de agradecimento por todas as gentilezas dedicadas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
E, para emoldurar este momento comemorativo sendo&amp;nbsp; especial duas vezes (pois é um mês enamorado) , escolhi estampas floridas no jardim do Brechó Ateliê Dona Rosa.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DcIR-wQzWLg/TkKaKnvvFxI/AAAAAAAABgc/MNbP810k21g/s1600/Post+Gentileza+01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DcIR-wQzWLg/TkKaKnvvFxI/AAAAAAAABgc/MNbP810k21g/s640/Post+Gentileza+01.JPG" width="368" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(As margaridas marcam o Verão de 1968)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E... voltando citar o Profeta Gentileza...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Estamos Agradecidos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(pois Obrigado vem de obrigação)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Carinhosamente,&lt;br /&gt;
Casal Mar e Mar&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;É super divertido olhar álbuns de fotografias antigas e lembrar de fatos e histórias do passado.&amp;nbsp;Hoje em dia, temos o costume de tirar várias fotos e não revelar, daqui a alguns anos, ou décadas a&amp;nbsp;diversão com os álbuns praticamente estará extinta.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Revistas femininas antigas também são muito interessantes em lembrar. Em minha coleção dos anos 80,&amp;nbsp;atrizes como Regina Duarte e Irene Ravache esbanjavam muito charme e muitos cachos com seus cabelos&amp;nbsp;volumosos, sem falar no invejável e copiado corte da Lady Di que marcou tanto.&amp;nbsp;Sinceramente, quando vejo meus cabelos em fotos oitentinha , sinto um pavor comico, mas... "abafa esse caso"...rs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Assim como fotos e revistas, existem vários documentários sobre as tribos urbanas, e para mim, os longos moicanos dos punks&amp;nbsp;do ABC paulista, feitos com sabão de coco, particularmente, sempre foram os mais legais, sem esquecer do velho papel crepon&amp;nbsp;que coloria toda estrutura.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;E pensando assim, a Dona Rosa é rock and roll ...rs&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fiz esta produção inspirada em fotos antigas dos anos 80, tudo está devidamente combinando, como mandava o figurino...rs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mas você pode misturar o passado com apenas uma peça e resgatar essa viagem de uma forma bem descolada!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;60/11... 70/11...80/11&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mais divertido ainda, é misturar as décadas respirando os ares da modernidade!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dica de Documentário: Botinada - A origem do Punk no Brasil&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2928785170707123847-1783138515495593832?l=brechoateliedonarosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;(Mil Novecentos e Bolinhas)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No início dos anos 90, os estilos começaram a se misturar, surigindo uma onda revival.&amp;nbsp;Hoje, o Vintage está com tudo e está na moda, nada é mais fashion que misturar as roupas da vovó.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Minha vó já dizia:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;" É Prafrentex !"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;( ou seja, style ...rs)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Seria impossível não falar da estampa de poá ou "bolinhas" que sempre fazem sucesso absoluto.&amp;nbsp;Ora, as Bolas são sinônimo de feminilidade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A estampa de poá, surgiu nos anos 20, quando as bolas começaram a decorar trajes de banho e vestidos leves, mas foi nos anos 50, que ganharam força,&amp;nbsp;vestindo as famosas dos pés a cabeça.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Também nos anos 20, a maravilhosa e eterna Chanel, usava pantalonas misturando as cores azul, vermelho e branco.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uyZRbduF8OA/TkKc5r0CcLI/AAAAAAAABgk/P7gKTxs4Uss/s1600/DSC06050.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uyZRbduF8OA/TkKc5r0CcLI/AAAAAAAABgk/P7gKTxs4Uss/s640/DSC06050.JPG" width="392" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Tudo junto e misturado&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nosso vestido é de seda italiana, uma peça Vintage dos anos 60 (original) e, tem uma costura invisível, mas, muito gentil, unindo os anos 20, circulando&amp;nbsp;pela década de 50, reinando nos anos 60 e, impecavelmente desfilando na onda Vintage de 2011.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ele está a Venda.... Pode ser Seu !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;E minha vó continuaria, dizendo:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;" Que Supimpa! "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;( ou seja, Viva o High Low ! ... rs )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2928785170707123847-8892351442060362038?l=brechoateliedonarosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;(Diversão balé, como a vida quer)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No início dos anos 80, no bairro em que morava, era comum encontrar Bailinhos em garagem. Existia até a Equipe Sam, que era formada&amp;nbsp;por um grupo de rapazes que animavam os bailinhos com Lps dos Hits do momento.&amp;nbsp;Aos poucos, fui conhecendo outras tribos e, a rota se abrangeu, entre ir a um bailinho e dar um rolê...rs&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hoje, um pouquinho mais madura, todas as semanas sou convidada para diversos Bailinhos da Saudade, entre outros subtítulos:&amp;nbsp;Fash Black, Trash, Rivival ou qualquer outro nome com uma conecção Cool, mas, a meu ver, serão sempre os Bailinhos da Saudade,&amp;nbsp;independente dos rítimos, muitas vezes o diferencial, está nos sapatos....rs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Que Máximo... Pura Nostalgia &amp;nbsp;!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E &amp;nbsp;pensando com minhas Agulhas e Botões neste Ilustre e divertido assunto, quero prestigiar os Bailinhos antigos e Atuais com este charmoso vestido que chamamos 2 pra lá e, 2 pra Cá.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CpoGLwA3RnI/TkKjilA-B0I/AAAAAAAABg0/82_kin-vbMU/s1600/Dona+Rosa.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CpoGLwA3RnI/TkKjilA-B0I/AAAAAAAABg0/82_kin-vbMU/s640/Dona+Rosa.JPG" width="326" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
O Vestido é original dos anos 70, uma peça maravilhosa que iradia leveza, cercada de toda feminilidade. Em um breve e, estreito desvaneio, sou capaz de imaginar Karen Carpenters vestida nele, com sua voz inesquecível, acariciando corações apaixonados !! Puxa... que Romântica....rs&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HJTNMo6KYB8/TO6rhSCFhJI/AAAAAAAABKo/-8GY0soztMU/s1600/carpenters.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="393" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HJTNMo6KYB8/TO6rhSCFhJI/AAAAAAAABKo/-8GY0soztMU/s400/carpenters.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mais sobre &lt;b&gt;Carpenters&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;a href="http://www.richardandkarencarpenter.com/"&gt;Veja Aqui.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"A saudade que não tem Idade"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Em 1965, Francisco Petrônio com sua voz aveludada, gravou o LP "Baile da Saudade", cuja música título, além de ser um&amp;nbsp;grande sucesso do cantor, veste em sua letra sentimentos fortes em formato de poema e, até mesmo quem não viveu nesta&amp;nbsp;década consegue sentir saudades....&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(como a que estou sentindo agora...rs)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Letra da música Baile da Saudade&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ai que saudade tenho dos bailes de outrora,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Das valsas bem rodadas de branca e de aurora,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Das rondas e serestas nas noites de lua,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dos jovens namorados aos pares na rua.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Já não se dançam mais estas valsas tão lindas,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A falta que nos faz, que lembranças infindas,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Evocação divina da lira sonora,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O baile da saudade dançamos agora.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que saudade da retreta,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Espartilho, bengala, e palheta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;De bondinho, de cem réis,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Das varandas e dos coronéis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mais sobre &lt;b&gt;Francisco Petrônio&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;a href="http://www.netsaber.com.br/biografias/ver_biografia_c_4451.html"&gt;Veja Aqui&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Recebemos a visita de um amigo figurinista que ao ver este vestido fez a seguinte observação:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-&lt;b&gt; Como isso me lembra Nelson Rodrigues !!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;(Este modelo sessentinha está a venda no Brechó Ateliê Dona Rosa)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T-r1pHoDVko/TlvMHBd7KvI/AAAAAAAABjE/MzfCWPC5se0/s1600/N.+R..JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T-r1pHoDVko/TlvMHBd7KvI/AAAAAAAABjE/MzfCWPC5se0/s640/N.+R..JPG" width="356" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Falar em Nelson Rodrigues dispensa apresentações, com textos polêmicos e a frente do seu tempo, entrou na história sendo Amado e Odiado.&amp;nbsp;E, entre o Amor e òdio, ele explorou a vida cotidiana transformando assuntos corriqueiros em tragédias familiares.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Dx5HUvB1MyY/Tna655P3mHI/AAAAAAAABqQ/yd83tXKVhPE/s1600/Nelson+Rodrigues+%2528foto%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Dx5HUvB1MyY/Tna655P3mHI/AAAAAAAABqQ/yd83tXKVhPE/s320/Nelson+Rodrigues+%2528foto%2529.jpg" width="308" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;" Sou um menino que vê o amor pelo buraco da fechadura. Nunca fui outra coisa. Nasci menino, hei de morrer menino. E o buraco da fechadura é, realmente, a minha ótica de ficcionista. Sou (e sempre fui) um anjo pornográfico."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HJTNMo6KYB8/TNLxNIJFZBI/AAAAAAAABJg/_tnDTx4HRNk/s1600/Nelson+Rodrigues.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="71" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HJTNMo6KYB8/TNLxNIJFZBI/AAAAAAAABJg/_tnDTx4HRNk/s200/Nelson+Rodrigues.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Mais sobre Nelson Rodrigues&lt;/span&gt; em: &lt;a href="http://www.releituras.com/nelsonr_bio.asp"&gt;Releituras&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2928785170707123847-2146844505633711673?l=brechoateliedonarosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RXwoGELv6hA/TlvORwF9DaI/AAAAAAAABjI/qJXwcIFp2O0/s1600/Waldick+01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RXwoGELv6hA/TlvORwF9DaI/AAAAAAAABjI/qJXwcIFp2O0/s640/Waldick+01.JPG" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Para quem ainda não sabe, Waldick é o nome que demos para o manequim masculino&amp;nbsp;do nosso Brechó.&amp;nbsp;Ele está sempre muito elegante e colorido, nunca repete o mesmo visual, e tudo&amp;nbsp;o que veste vende, realmente, o Waldick é um sucesso !! (rs).&amp;nbsp;O Lado masculino da Dona Rosa (Sr. Cravo) procura variar os estilos como:&lt;/div&gt;- Elvis Presley ( Rock and Roll)&lt;br /&gt;
- Beatles (Bom Moço)&lt;br /&gt;
- Rolling Stones ( Bad Boys)&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hoje com a experiência que conquistamos, todas as nossas garimpagens, tanto masculinas&amp;nbsp;quanto femininas, são baseadas no perfil de nossos clientes.&amp;nbsp;Portanto, se você ainda não possui um personal garimpetion, venha nos conhecer !!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wV8VBTKYCo8/TlvPS9EvlaI/AAAAAAAABjM/Mwg_-6LvqT0/s1600/Waldick+02.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wV8VBTKYCo8/TlvPS9EvlaI/AAAAAAAABjM/Mwg_-6LvqT0/s400/Waldick+02.JPG" width="280" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Aos que já são nossos clientes, o&amp;nbsp;prazer continua nas garimpagens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Curiosidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dp-AxoYUpng/Tna4nYI-YLI/AAAAAAAABqM/3zg9PCXFYj8/s1600/waldick+soriano+%25281%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="284" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dp-AxoYUpng/Tna4nYI-YLI/AAAAAAAABqM/3zg9PCXFYj8/s320/waldick+soriano+%25281%2529.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;O "Fenômeno" Waldick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A posição quase marginal que o ritmo "cafona" ocupou mereceu uma análise mais acurada e científica, já na 5ª edição, pelo historiador e jornalista Paulo César de Araújo.&amp;nbsp;Intitulado "Eu não sou cachorro, não - Música popular cafona e ditadura militar" (Rio de Janeiro, Record, 2005), a obra traz, já em seu título, uma referência a este cantor e sua música de maior sucesso. Ali o autor contesta, de forma veemente, o papel de adesista ao regime de exceção implantado a ferro e fogo no Brasil pelos militares, por parte dos músicos "bregas". Waldick, segundo ele, é um dos exemplos, tendo sua música "Tortura de Amor" censurada em 1974, quando foi por ele reeditada. Apesar de ser uma composição de 1962, o regime não tolerava que se falasse a palavra "tortura"...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A revista "Nossa História", de dezembro de 2005, refere-se ao cantor como "o mais folclórico dos cafonas" (ano 3, nº26, ed. Vera Cruz).&amp;nbsp;Num dos programas do apresentador Jô Soares, o músico Ubirajara Penacho dos Reis - Bira - declarou que nos anos 60 tocava apenas os sucessos de Waldick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Na sua cidade natal, Waldick sempre foi tratado com certo menosprezo. Aristocrática, Caetité mantinha apenas nas camadas mais populares uma fiel admiração. Ali teve dois de seus filhos, gêmeos, de forma quase despercebida, em 1966. Em meados da década de 90, porém, a cidade teve num político o resgate do filho ilustre. O vereador Edilson Batista protagonizou uma grande homenagem, que nomeou uma das principais avenidas com o nome de Waldick. Pouco tempo depois, o SBT realizava ali um documentário, encenado por moradores locais, retratando a juventude de Waldick, sua paixão pela professora Zilmar Moura, a mudança para o sul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sílvio Santos aliás, protagonizou com Waldick uma das mais inusitadas cenas da televisão brasileira: no abraço que deram, foram perdendo o equilíbrio até ambos caírem, abraçados, no chão. Ali, então, simularam um affair, provocando hilaridade.&amp;nbsp;Por tudo isto, Waldick Soriano faz-se símbolo, no Brasil inteiro, de um estilo, de uma classe social, e da sua manifestação cultural, pulsante e criativa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2928785170707123847-320964427739482606?l=brechoateliedonarosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Recebemos camisolas longas da década de 70 e, estão todas a venda. São lindas com transparências e detalhadas em renda mas, principalmente nunca foram usadas.&amp;nbsp;São peças maravilhosas que estão esbanjando seu charme aqui no Brechó Dona Rosa!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0nGtrG3HpCo/TniTf3VeLiI/AAAAAAAABqU/3zkvKjRFL6E/s1600/Camisola+Preta.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0nGtrG3HpCo/TniTf3VeLiI/AAAAAAAABqU/3zkvKjRFL6E/s640/Camisola+Preta.JPG" width="353" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Curiosidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Em uma propaganda publicada na Revista Cruzeiro de 1962, encontrei todas as descrições usadas na etiqueta de fabricação de uma camisola que faz parte do nosso acervo pessoal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HJTNMo6KYB8/TKyWgQtNIrI/AAAAAAAABH4/44Hok1Aghu0/s1600/Anuncio.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HJTNMo6KYB8/TKyWgQtNIrI/AAAAAAAABH4/44Hok1Aghu0/s400/Anuncio.jpg" width="321" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A nossa "sexy" camisola também é da década de 60. Se ela faz parte da coleção anunciada ainda não descobri, apenas sei que é muito curioso...&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lxuUNRbQa4Y/TniTpI5ggLI/AAAAAAAABqY/8cYh1TlKc6A/s1600/Camisola+azul.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lxuUNRbQa4Y/TniTpI5ggLI/AAAAAAAABqY/8cYh1TlKc6A/s400/Camisola+azul.JPG" width="276" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;(Em exposição no Brechó Dona Rosa)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Colocando o anúncio um pouco de lado e navegando na Imaginação, eu acho que esta camisola azul é a Cara da Alice e, seria perfeita para as noites de verão no País das Maravilhas...rs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2928785170707123847-1227921873337053044?l=brechoateliedonarosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MQtCgZgNL-g/Tna2tiEIfrI/AAAAAAAABqI/352aBeMIWIg/s1600/Vestido_anos_50.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MQtCgZgNL-g/Tna2tiEIfrI/AAAAAAAABqI/352aBeMIWIg/s640/Vestido_anos_50.JPG" width="356" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Este vestido lindo, faz parte da nossa coleção (acervo pessoal). Em veludo italiano e, original da década de 50. A roupa conta muito história e, cultura de uma determinada época. Sinto que são essas particularidades, que vestem a própria roupa (se é possível dizer assim...rs). E pensando desta forma, procuramos preservar alguns estilos marcantes e, o Rock And Roll marcou nos anos 50 !!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fifty&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Curiosidade)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Elvis The Pelvis, é o apelido pelo qual (O Rei do Rock) ficou conhecido na década de 50, por sua maneira extravagante e, ousada de dançar. Presley também foi, um dos criadores do Rockabilly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O Rockabilly é um dos primeiros sub-gêneros do Rock And Roll, tendo surgido no começo da década de 50. O termo "rockabilly" é um portmanteau de rock e hillbilly, este último, uma referência à música country (que costumava ser chamada de música hillbilly nos anos 40 e 50), que contribuiu enormemente para o desenvolvimento do gênero. Outras influências importantes foram o Western Swing, o Boogie Woogie e, o Rhythm And Blues.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HJTNMo6KYB8/TJKxjGqhZlI/AAAAAAAABEg/OdR0QPCavPc/s1600/Elvis+Raro.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HJTNMo6KYB8/TJKxjGqhZlI/AAAAAAAABEg/OdR0QPCavPc/s400/Elvis+Raro.jpg" width="395" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Só no Brasil&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O primeiro LP de Elvis Presley lançado aqui no Brasil em 1956, tem apenas 3 músicas, iguais à versão americana, o resto do álbum é composto de músicas que lá fora só sairam em compacto, ou em seu segundo LP.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Essa versão do disco de estréia do Elvis é uma das mais procuradas por colecionadores do mundo inteiro, pois só saiu aqui no Brasil, tem uma seleção particular de sucessos e nunca foi reeditado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2928785170707123847-941327972872158478?l=brechoateliedonarosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Na moda, os anos 80 serão eternamente lembrados como uma década onde o exagero e a ostentação foram marcas registradas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Para mim, que vivi nesta década entre os 12 e, 21 anos, será eternizada como uma &lt;b&gt;Década&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;Divertida&lt;/b&gt;. E&amp;nbsp; todas as novidades que me surgiam a figura maravilhosa e colorida da Cindy Lauper, sempre teve um destaque especial, por sua constante&amp;nbsp; mudança de visual e, sua voz peculiar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E a pop Cyndi Lauper, aos seus 57 anos, lançou em 22 de junho de 2010 seu décimo primeiro album, "Memphis Blues".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;... Que Luxo !!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HJTNMo6KYB8/THrYeh6mD7I/AAAAAAAABCM/UQPRZT1EKso/s1600/Cindy+no+Blog+Dona+Rosa.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="255" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HJTNMo6KYB8/THrYeh6mD7I/AAAAAAAABCM/UQPRZT1EKso/s400/Cindy+no+Blog+Dona+Rosa.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Aqui no Brechó, temos várias peças anos 80... e muitas com a cara da Cindy Collor... rs escolhidas a dedo... e com o olhar de uma garota que se divertiu muito nessa década ...&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;... o meu... &lt;/b&gt;rsrs &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2928785170707123847-1745443147812369615?l=brechoateliedonarosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rkF9cSljQgs/TniZXQuvE7I/AAAAAAAABqc/EtmMn30BBvA/s1600/DSC05215.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rkF9cSljQgs/TniZXQuvE7I/AAAAAAAABqc/EtmMn30BBvA/s400/DSC05215.JPG" width="330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nesta blusa, é inevitável&amp;nbsp; não lembrar dos recortes de Matisse...&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aMrvbBWHtjQ/TniZe7wp6UI/AAAAAAAABqg/7RG782uexrc/s1600/Matisse.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="331" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aMrvbBWHtjQ/TniZe7wp6UI/AAAAAAAABqg/7RG782uexrc/s400/Matisse.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Em 1941 é-lhe diagnosticada uma doença incurável que o vai incapacitar cada vez mais para a pintura, ele que riscava directamente nos grandes espaços com o pincel! Matisse não se conforma com a sua incapacidade. Descobre então um novo meio de expressão ao seu alcance: o recorte. Nas suas mãos, a tesoura desenha linhas ondulantes em papeis previamente coloridos com guache. O artista prescinde do desenho e desenha directamente na cor. O resultado é surpreendente... Frequentemente deitado ou numa cadeira de rodas, o velho doente arranjou uma maneira de contrariar o destino e, ainda assim, atingir o ápice da sua carreira - a síntese das sínteses!&amp;nbsp;Mais em: &lt;a href="http://obviousmag.org/archives/2007/08/matisse_guaches.html"&gt;Obvious - um olhar demorado&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m1yxPeO2vfU/TniZopW3fiI/AAAAAAAABqk/4KHxk1gbf0A/s1600/_matisse_lagoa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m1yxPeO2vfU/TniZopW3fiI/AAAAAAAABqk/4KHxk1gbf0A/s400/_matisse_lagoa.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;A Lagoa (1944)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2928785170707123847-2712919442471382311?l=brechoateliedonarosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HJTNMo6KYB8/S6AMi7jfv2I/AAAAAAAAAwY/8MdCqwGs2KA/s1600-h/Blusa+David+Bowie.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HJTNMo6KYB8/S6AMi7jfv2I/AAAAAAAAAwY/8MdCqwGs2KA/s640/Blusa+David+Bowie.PNG" width="270" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Como é bom Garimpar, em todas as nossas caminhadas por entre becos e, lugares inóspitos, somos surpreendidos!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A pessoa que nos vendeu esta linda Blusa, pegou uma sacola no fundo do baú e, nos garantiu que comprou nos anos 70, quem somos nós para duvidar, afinal de contas, pelo cheiro de (&lt;b&gt;Naftalina&lt;/b&gt;), ficou impossivel questionar-mos aquela Senhora, sem contar o visual da simpática e, fornecedora Senhorinha!!!.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Uhlálá, que Brontinha legal, a Senhora é realmente (&lt;b&gt;Prafrentex&lt;/b&gt;), conseguiu guardar uma Blusa como esta sem usar durante anos.&amp;nbsp;Bom, sem valor comercial, mais uma peça para o acervo do Brechó Ateliê Dona Rosa. Veja mais Clicando (&lt;a href="http://donarosa-blusa-camisa.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;(Por Marcelo de Antonio)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HJTNMo6KYB8/S6ANWrLZprI/AAAAAAAAAwg/4sTMm3sKaG0/s1600-h/David+Bowie+Low.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HJTNMo6KYB8/S6ANWrLZprI/AAAAAAAAAwg/4sTMm3sKaG0/s400/David+Bowie+Low.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Inspiração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Dica musical da Rosinha)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Low é um álbum do cantor britânico David Bowie, lançado em 1977, contendo 11 músicas ao todo. Amplamente considerado como um de seus lançamentos mais influentes, foi o primeiro disco da "Trilogia de Berlim" que contou com a colaboração do músico britânico Brian Eno. Veja mais clicando (&lt;a href="http://sebolivrariacaixapretadiscos.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2928785170707123847-8812470066860982567?l=brechoateliedonarosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HJTNMo6KYB8/S5hC2sEGpfI/AAAAAAAAAv4/fCz1SWaGoDw/s1600-h/Vestido+anos+70.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HJTNMo6KYB8/S5hC2sEGpfI/AAAAAAAAAv4/fCz1SWaGoDw/s1600/Vestido+anos+70.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Original dos Anos 70 (Acervo Dona Rosa)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tenho vários modelos no Brechó que foram feitos por mulheres que considero  verdadeiras artistas. Costureiras que eram capazes de fazer cópias dos vestidos usados em novelas, nas revistas e, muitas vezes com seu toque pessoal até melhoravam o modelo original.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Infelizmente, hoje em dia, vemos muitos anúncios como; faço Ajustes, faço barras e, essa profissão maravilhosa, &amp;nbsp;ficou desvalorizada, não é mais comum procurar essas profissionais.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Mas, em cada peça do meu acervo, costurada pelas mãos delicadas de uma costureira, é possível imaginar, a história de alguém.&amp;nbsp;Por isso, respeito e, admiro essa profissão.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O Brechó Ateliê Dona Rosa, dedica este post a todas essas profissionais da moda.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(não se esqueça, 25 de Maio é o dia delas)&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;(Por Marcia de Valverde)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2928785170707123847-4851654412410873084?l=brechoateliedonarosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HJTNMo6KYB8/TCtt0226dvI/AAAAAAAAA5I/004j7AjPtws/s1600/lennon_blog.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HJTNMo6KYB8/TCtt0226dvI/AAAAAAAAA5I/004j7AjPtws/s400/lennon_blog.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Aos nossos novos clientes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Bem Vindos Amigos)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nos sentimos honrados pela recepção calorosa de nossos vizinhos, estamos felizes e gratos por todas as surpresas agradáveis e presentinhos de Boas Vindas. Aos nossos novos clientes, nossa admiração e gratidão, sejam sempre bem vindos&amp;nbsp; Amigos (as) !!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Estaremos sempre trazendo novidades em nosso acervo, atualizando semanalmente, além dos eventos que realizaremos.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sintam-se antecipadamente convidados !!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Gentilmente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Brechó Ateliê Dona Rosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Na Figura do casal&amp;nbsp; Mar &amp;amp; Mar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;(Marcia e Marcelão)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2928785170707123847-8809214713248837754?l=brechoateliedonarosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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