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The world traveling of Pippawilson, online journalist, neo fashion editor, with a lot of cats</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pippawilson.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://pippawilson.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17772956/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>PippaW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06845624003269280711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iI5p2weU2O0/Sv2MI9JdGHI/AAAAAAAADZk/3QjI_6idE_A/S220/DSCN6650.JPG" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>517</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/Pippawilsonblog" /><feedburner:info uri="pippawilsonblog" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><feedburner:browserFriendly></feedburner:browserFriendly><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0EAQXY8fip7ImA9WhRRFUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17772956.post-2926068743715498778</id><published>2011-11-29T16:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T16:47:20.876+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-29T16:47:20.876+01:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Fashion" /><title>Dior couture da sfogliare e sognare (ma ahimé non indossare)</title><content type="html">L'estetica della couture &lt;a href="http://www.dior.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dior&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; dai suoi albori ad oggi, attraverso guest star e Galliani caduti in disgrazia, ha sempre mantenuto un eleganza impeccabile. Queste donne dalla vita stretta e cappellini vistosi, fotografate da &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.demarchelier.net/" target="_blank"&gt;Partick Demarchelier&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, mi fanno sognare di essere una ricca signora parigina che guarda il mondo dall'alto in basso. Tanto che temo sarà difficile resistere all'acquisto di questo volumetto. E chissà che non basti da solo a portare un po' di eleganza nella mia nuova casetta milanese...&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5X4SngqID5k/TtT9PDuNTSI/AAAAAAAADng/WE9Jzl_QbBE/s1600/DIOR-COUTURE_COVER.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5X4SngqID5k/TtT9PDuNTSI/AAAAAAAADng/WE9Jzl_QbBE/s320/DIOR-COUTURE_COVER.jpg" width="252" /&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/17772956-2926068743715498778?l=pippawilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pippawilson.blogspot.com/feeds/2926068743715498778/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17772956&amp;postID=2926068743715498778" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17772956/posts/default/2926068743715498778?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17772956/posts/default/2926068743715498778?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://pippawilson.blogspot.com/2011/11/dior-couture-da-sfogliare-e-sognare-ma.html" title="Dior couture da sfogliare e sognare (ma ahimé non indossare)" /><author><name>PippaW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06845624003269280711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iI5p2weU2O0/Sv2MI9JdGHI/AAAAAAAADZk/3QjI_6idE_A/S220/DSCN6650.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jkwMoOPREkw/TtT9DU2wyTI/AAAAAAAADnA/fTOv1wcyEHU/s72-c/17633-BKS-009H-PD-R1X01T33_.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D08GQns7cCp7ImA9WhdaE0s.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17772956.post-7131209420665511480</id><published>2011-10-23T12:30:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T12:30:23.508+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-23T12:30:23.508+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Thoughts" /><title>Case che si svuotano e case che si riempono</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-riX2U6ItX3Q/TqPsoera-JI/AAAAAAAADm4/nOn24D_rROM/s1600/EmptyHouse.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/-riX2U6ItX3Q/TqPsoera-JI/AAAAAAAADm4/nOn24D_rROM/s1600/EmptyHouse.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Avevo sempre desiderato una casa vuota con un sacco di spazio. Ma ora che ce l'ho non mi piace. Non vedo l'ora di riempirla fino a farla esplodere.&lt;br /&gt;
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Per poi maledirmi il giorno del trasloco.&lt;br /&gt;
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Che belli i loop viziosi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17772956-7131209420665511480?l=pippawilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pippawilson.blogspot.com/feeds/7131209420665511480/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17772956&amp;postID=7131209420665511480" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17772956/posts/default/7131209420665511480?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17772956/posts/default/7131209420665511480?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://pippawilson.blogspot.com/2011/10/case-che-si-svuotano-e-case-che-si.html" title="Case che si svuotano e case che si riempono" /><author><name>PippaW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06845624003269280711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iI5p2weU2O0/Sv2MI9JdGHI/AAAAAAAADZk/3QjI_6idE_A/S220/DSCN6650.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-riX2U6ItX3Q/TqPsoera-JI/AAAAAAAADm4/nOn24D_rROM/s72-c/EmptyHouse.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0MCQ388fyp7ImA9WhdVEUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17772956.post-7765030195657427077</id><published>2011-09-16T07:37:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T07:37:42.177+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-16T07:37:42.177+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Thoughts" /><title>Autunno di cambiamenti</title><content type="html">Avevo scritto un post accorato per salutare l'America dopo tanti anni di tira e molla e di amore e odio. Poi però l'ho lasciato decantare e ora è scaduto. Come lo yogurt. Così ora mi è venuta voglia di scrivere un post accorato su tutti i grandi cambiamenti che stanno per avvenire e che, questa notte stessa, non mi hanno fatto chiudere occhio.&lt;br /&gt;
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A novembre il mio amato consorte tornerà finalmente sul suolo italico, non troppo lontano da Milano, e così, fino a stanotte pensavo che sarebbe stato ideale prendermi una piccola casa in città e scappare il fine settimana da lui.&lt;br /&gt;
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Peccato però che una "piccola casa in città" a Milano costi quando una grandissima casa in città dove andrà a stare lui. Che poi è anche sul mare.&lt;br /&gt;
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E allora viene da chiedersi, ma ha senso stare a Milano? Io ho sempre amato questa città, per qualche motivo mi piace molto, mi piace la sua vitalità, mi piace il quartiere in cui vivo e mi piace prendere l'aperitivo.&lt;br /&gt;
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Ma ora che il quartiere lo lascio, che il Fresco ha chiuso, che non mi occupo più di moda e che le mie finanze si stanno rapidamente restringendo, &lt;b&gt;ha senso accanirmi su questa vita urbana ad ogni costo? &lt;/b&gt;Non sarebbe meglio per una volta guardare alla qualità della vita, stabilirsi in una bella casa grande, vedere il mare la mattina e magari, chissà, allargare la famiglia? Il prezzo in fondo sarebbero "solo" 3 ore di treno al giorno, ma magari non è così devastante. O quantomeno vale la pena provarci...&lt;br /&gt;
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Voi che dite?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17772956-7765030195657427077?l=pippawilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pippawilson.blogspot.com/feeds/7765030195657427077/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17772956&amp;postID=7765030195657427077" title="15 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17772956/posts/default/7765030195657427077?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17772956/posts/default/7765030195657427077?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://pippawilson.blogspot.com/2011/09/autunno-di-cambiamenti.html" title="Autunno di cambiamenti" /><author><name>PippaW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06845624003269280711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iI5p2weU2O0/Sv2MI9JdGHI/AAAAAAAADZk/3QjI_6idE_A/S220/DSCN6650.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PWDIIvE43tc/TnLgZSpJnEI/AAAAAAAADmw/Ss2C7l8xxTU/s72-c/genova-view-palma-bay.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUMASHc_fip7ImA9WhZbEUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17772956.post-6997294161552279958</id><published>2011-06-15T20:39:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T20:44:09.946+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-06-15T20:44:09.946+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Thoughts" /><title>Arriva un'età in cui...</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--VksPaSzNHg/Tfj89tm33SI/AAAAAAAADmU/21Kg5UTkbps/s1600/free-speech.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 353px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--VksPaSzNHg/Tfj89tm33SI/AAAAAAAADmU/21Kg5UTkbps/s400/free-speech.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618518672289553698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Realizzi che non puoi più lavorare per persone che non stimi. Che non ce la fai più a reggere la mediocrità di chi ti circonda. Che senti che è il momento di fare qualcosa per te. Quest'età per alcuni arriva presto, per altri dopo. Temo che questi mesi di aspettativa mi stiano facendo  crescere rapidamente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma sarà l'età della ragionevolezza o dell'irresponsabilità?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Foto: &lt;a href="http://www.reteaparty.com/" taghet="_blank"&gt;Re Teaparty&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17772956-6997294161552279958?l=pippawilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pippawilson.blogspot.com/feeds/6997294161552279958/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17772956&amp;postID=6997294161552279958" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17772956/posts/default/6997294161552279958?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17772956/posts/default/6997294161552279958?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://pippawilson.blogspot.com/2011/06/arriva-uneta-in-cui.html" title="Arriva un'età in cui..." /><author><name>PippaW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06845624003269280711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iI5p2weU2O0/Sv2MI9JdGHI/AAAAAAAADZk/3QjI_6idE_A/S220/DSCN6650.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--VksPaSzNHg/Tfj89tm33SI/AAAAAAAADmU/21Kg5UTkbps/s72-c/free-speech.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0MDQnozeip7ImA9WhZUFU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17772956.post-4549083085592014236</id><published>2011-06-08T15:06:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T15:24:33.482+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-06-08T15:24:33.482+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Chicago" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Escape" /><title>La calda estate di Chicago</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lwQvrH0r3BI/Te93zhfzdII/AAAAAAAADmE/yag4rOYcInI/s1600/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-06-08%2Bat%2B8.22.41%2BAM.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 183px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lwQvrH0r3BI/Te93zhfzdII/AAAAAAAADmE/yag4rOYcInI/s400/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-06-08%2Bat%2B8.22.41%2BAM.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615838987403097218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Finalmente anche qui è arrivato il caldo, e lo ha fatto in pompa magna. Ieri 35 gradi, e oggi alle 7 erano già 26. Come molte città assediate dal gelo in inverno, anche Chicago al primo sole è esplosa. Oltre alle migliaia di flip flop su pantaloncini-ini-ini che si aggirano per le strade della città, è tutto un fiorire di concerti all'aperto, eventi, barbecue collettivi, pic nic nelle aree verdi, scappate alla spiaggia, cocktail in terrazza e chi più ne ha più ne metta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devo dire che vedere questa città com'è ora fa una bella differenza. Le altre volte ero venuta sempre subito prima o subito dopo l'inverno, ossia con il cielo grigio, il vento gelido e la gente triste. Con il primo sole invece la voglia di socialtà dei chicaghesi è esplosa e tra un dj set con cani al seguito e un bagno sotto ai muri d'acqua urbani, si percepisce tutta la vitalità di questa città.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uno spirito un po' bambinesco forse, non proprio fighettino, ma sicuramente sincero e allegro. E soprattutto magnone. Non mi resta quindi che aspettare trepidante i prossimi eventi tra i quali ho annotato &lt;a href="http://www.explorechicago.org/city/en/supporting_narrative/events___special_events/special_events/park_district/Taste_of_Chicago.html"&gt;Taste of Chicago&lt;/a&gt; e &lt;a href="http://www.lollapalooza.com/"&gt;Lollapalooza&lt;/a&gt;. Chi passa da qui?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17772956-4549083085592014236?l=pippawilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pippawilson.blogspot.com/feeds/4549083085592014236/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17772956&amp;postID=4549083085592014236" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17772956/posts/default/4549083085592014236?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17772956/posts/default/4549083085592014236?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://pippawilson.blogspot.com/2011/06/la-calda-estate-di-chicago.html" title="La calda estate di Chicago" /><author><name>PippaW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06845624003269280711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iI5p2weU2O0/Sv2MI9JdGHI/AAAAAAAADZk/3QjI_6idE_A/S220/DSCN6650.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lwQvrH0r3BI/Te93zhfzdII/AAAAAAAADmE/yag4rOYcInI/s72-c/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-06-08%2Bat%2B8.22.41%2BAM.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkQFSHYyfip7ImA9WhZWFUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17772956.post-4433520487632591057</id><published>2011-05-16T19:47:00.008+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T20:25:19.896+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-05-16T20:25:19.896+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Travel" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Escape" /><title>Un incontro con gli Amish</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uhvY4vVQV8Q/TdFrSQWjP5I/AAAAAAAADlg/rYQBgIFeVw4/s1600/Lancaster%2BBuggy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 224px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uhvY4vVQV8Q/TdFrSQWjP5I/AAAAAAAADlg/rYQBgIFeVw4/s400/Lancaster%2BBuggy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607380972424347538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Questo fine settimana abbiamo deciso di lasciare Windy City alla volta del rural Wisconsin. Patria dei più noti formaggi americani, il Wisconsin si distingue dal resto del Midwest per la presenza di colline alberate e dolci pendii. Qui, si dice, vivono mucche felici (e a vederle sembrerebbe proprio di si, prati sconfinati e acqua fresca di ruscello), agricoltori, cacciatori di cervi e... Amish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ObbHI0o7jQ4/TdFrXLfcx1I/AAAAAAAADlo/45XgTuSkj8E/s1600/BetsyLydia2.6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ObbHI0o7jQ4/TdFrXLfcx1I/AAAAAAAADlo/45XgTuSkj8E/s320/BetsyLydia2.6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607381057018840914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Quello che io sapevo degli Amish, come molti, lo dovevo per lo più al film Witness, ossia credevo fossero una comunità chiusa di persone che vivono in modo semplice come se il tempo si fosse fermato al secolo scorso. Sapevo che fanno &lt;a href="http://www.amishdining.com/"&gt;bellissimi mobili&lt;/a&gt; di legno massiccio e coperte "&lt;a href="http://www.amishhandquilting.com/"&gt;quilt" cucite a mano&lt;/a&gt; dai prezzi inarrivabili (ma d'altronde provateci voi a cucire a lume di candela) e che non amano molto i non Amish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attraversando le terre Amish si vedono persone lavorare la terra con le mani, con l'aiuto dei cavalli da traino, si vedono donne vestite in modo semplice e antico, uomini e ragazzi con cappelli di paglia e bretelle. Si vedono carretti a cavallo. E tutti salutano in modo cordiale i passanti in SUV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando però si ha a che fare personalmente con loro ci si sente a disagio. Il loro sguardo severo dà l'impressione di essere sotto esame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mentre mi chiedevo come facessero queste persone a rinunciare ad ogni comodità moderna, però al tempo stesso provavo una grande invidia per lo stile di vita "semplice". Soprattutto per la definizione dei ruoli di ogni individuo all'interno della comunità. C'è chi lavora la terra, chi il legno, chi cucina, chi cuce. Ovviamente non potrei mai vivere così, ma per un attimo li ho quasi invidiati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wiqwgzcZVzY/TdFru256i6I/AAAAAAAADlw/fWjwj8KVeRM/s1600/2009_01_21-AmishBread2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 227px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wiqwgzcZVzY/TdFru256i6I/AAAAAAAADlw/fWjwj8KVeRM/s320/2009_01_21-AmishBread2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607381463809559458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Per uscire dal loop mi sono comprata un libro di ricette Amish e ho scoperto che cucinano cose deliziose, specialmente il &lt;a href="http://www.armchair.com/recipe/bake002.html"&gt;Friendship Bread&lt;/a&gt;, da provare! Certo, per smaltire la quantità di zucchero che mettono nei dolci occorre davvero lavorare nei campi, ma che problema c'è?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17772956-4433520487632591057?l=pippawilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pippawilson.blogspot.com/feeds/4433520487632591057/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17772956&amp;postID=4433520487632591057" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17772956/posts/default/4433520487632591057?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17772956/posts/default/4433520487632591057?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://pippawilson.blogspot.com/2011/05/un-incontro-con-gli-amish.html" title="Un incontro con gli Amish" /><author><name>PippaW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06845624003269280711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iI5p2weU2O0/Sv2MI9JdGHI/AAAAAAAADZk/3QjI_6idE_A/S220/DSCN6650.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uhvY4vVQV8Q/TdFrSQWjP5I/AAAAAAAADlg/rYQBgIFeVw4/s72-c/Lancaster%2BBuggy.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkUFR3k-cSp7ImA9WhZWE0w.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17772956.post-74981988260952573</id><published>2011-05-13T20:09:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T20:10:16.759+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-05-13T20:10:16.759+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Internet Mysteries" /><title>M'è sparito un post</title><content type="html">Ok che non era un capolavoro di letteratura ma autodistruggersi mi pare un po' esagerato. Per una volta che scrivevo un post... tz'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17772956-74981988260952573?l=pippawilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pippawilson.blogspot.com/feeds/74981988260952573/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17772956&amp;postID=74981988260952573" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17772956/posts/default/74981988260952573?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17772956/posts/default/74981988260952573?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://pippawilson.blogspot.com/2011/05/me-sparito-un-post.html" title="M'è sparito un post" /><author><name>PippaW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06845624003269280711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iI5p2weU2O0/Sv2MI9JdGHI/AAAAAAAADZk/3QjI_6idE_A/S220/DSCN6650.JPG" /></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkIGQn87eyp7ImA9WhZWE0w.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17772956.post-7177375116103465633</id><published>2011-05-12T21:35:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T22:28:43.103+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-05-13T22:28:43.103+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Travel" /><title>Da Chicago e oltre</title><content type="html">Come mi disse una volta er Murena a proposito del suo trasferimento a Milano: "Sto a sfruttà la posizione geografica per le trasferte". Ed è esattamente quello che stiamo pianificando di fare il mio consorte ed io. Questo fine settimana, sfidando le intemperie di questa primavera piuttosto indecisa, ci lanceremo verso le valli della Driftless Area del Wisconsin. Un susseguirsi di dolci colline e ampie vallate, da cui viene gran parte del formaggio del Midwest. Insomma una specie di Svizzera locale. Un po' più ampia e un po' più loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RRyOSOF5O5U/Tcw4Usc9m1I/AAAAAAAADlA/rFs_b6i3w3A/s1600/soldiers-grove.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RRyOSOF5O5U/Tcw4Usc9m1I/AAAAAAAADlA/rFs_b6i3w3A/s400/soldiers-grove.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605917564350602066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quindi, ci dedicheremo alla nostra più grande passione americana, la cucina giapponese di New York. E che non storcano il naso i puristi, anche i giapponesi sono concordi nel ritenere che i migliori chef, al di fuori della patria del sol levante, si trovano a NYC. Per cui, missione sushi in preparazione. Un chiaro esempio &lt;a href="http://www.sushiyasuda.com/"&gt;qui&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-obHTRNZiO1E/Tcw4dLyw0cI/AAAAAAAADlI/Edl5g4jvjHE/s1600/yasuda"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-obHTRNZiO1E/Tcw4dLyw0cI/AAAAAAAADlI/Edl5g4jvjHE/s400/yasuda" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605917710202491330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Infine, visto che sono anni che lo desidero, credo  di essere quasi pronta ad affrontare 3 ore e mezza di volo per fare un salto nella patria di CSI, Las Vegas. Non ho ancora deciso, ma mi ripeto come un mantra, meglio 3 ore e mezza che 13 ore e mezza. Che dite ce la posso fare?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HYBoqS66Wr0/Tcw4sT5kiwI/AAAAAAAADlQ/y2XlTFd9gkQ/s1600/las-vegas-trips.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 272px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HYBoqS66Wr0/Tcw4sT5kiwI/AAAAAAAADlQ/y2XlTFd9gkQ/s400/las-vegas-trips.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605917970076568322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'è nessuno che si voglia unire ai nostri giri? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17772956-7177375116103465633?l=pippawilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pippawilson.blogspot.com/feeds/7177375116103465633/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17772956&amp;postID=7177375116103465633" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17772956/posts/default/7177375116103465633?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17772956/posts/default/7177375116103465633?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://pippawilson.blogspot.com/2011/05/da-chicago-e-oltre.html" title="Da Chicago e oltre" /><author><name>PippaW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06845624003269280711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iI5p2weU2O0/Sv2MI9JdGHI/AAAAAAAADZk/3QjI_6idE_A/S220/DSCN6650.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RRyOSOF5O5U/Tcw4Usc9m1I/AAAAAAAADlA/rFs_b6i3w3A/s72-c/soldiers-grove.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUEHRHk6cCp7ImA9WhZQGEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17772956.post-5327724062962676169</id><published>2011-04-26T23:23:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T23:33:55.718+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-04-26T23:33:55.718+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Food and Drink" /><title>Cuoricini di pasta sfoglia per un giorno di pioggia</title><content type="html">La giornata è iniziata sotto la pioggia e così, dopo un colossale panino al pastrami, mi ci voleva un dolcino per tirare su gli animi. Allora ho fatto questi cuoricini (o ventaglietti) di pasta sfoglia (vedi ricetta sotto):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zjBo0XuyQhk/Tbc4GnTXNLI/AAAAAAAADkg/WPCfouuJzK4/s1600/DSCN7608.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zjBo0XuyQhk/Tbc4GnTXNLI/AAAAAAAADkg/WPCfouuJzK4/s400/DSCN7608.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600006347939067058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;E mi sembra che il sole abbia già iniziato a fare capolino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ajf-of7Q55E/Tbc4VBnxo6I/AAAAAAAADko/fbTofjxX6ec/s1600/DSCN7610.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ajf-of7Q55E/Tbc4VBnxo6I/AAAAAAAADko/fbTofjxX6ec/s400/DSCN7610.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600006595522175906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ricetta dei cuoricini di pasta sfoglia (circa 12):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prendere un foglio quadrato o rettangolare di pasta sfoglia, cospargere di zucchero da entrambi i lati. Preriscaldare il forno a 240° e nel frattempo piegare due lati della pasta dall'esterno verso il centro  [|] per due volte e poi chiudere i due lembi come un libro.&lt;br /&gt;Tagliare delle fette da 1 cm circa e cospargerle di zucchero. Mettere le fette in una teglia dal lato del taglio, posizionandole abbastanza distanziate tra loro, e infornare per 12 minuti. Dopo 6 minuti (o quando caramellati) girare i cuoricini. Lasciare raffreddare. Facilissimo e buonissimo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17772956-5327724062962676169?l=pippawilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pippawilson.blogspot.com/feeds/5327724062962676169/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17772956&amp;postID=5327724062962676169" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17772956/posts/default/5327724062962676169?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17772956/posts/default/5327724062962676169?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://pippawilson.blogspot.com/2011/04/cuoricini-di-pasta-sfoglia-per-un.html" title="Cuoricini di pasta sfoglia per un giorno di pioggia" /><author><name>PippaW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06845624003269280711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iI5p2weU2O0/Sv2MI9JdGHI/AAAAAAAADZk/3QjI_6idE_A/S220/DSCN6650.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zjBo0XuyQhk/Tbc4GnTXNLI/AAAAAAAADkg/WPCfouuJzK4/s72-c/DSCN7608.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0ECQHoyeyp7ImA9WhZQEUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17772956.post-1311722055205737088</id><published>2011-04-18T21:23:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T21:41:01.493+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-04-18T21:41:01.493+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Chicago" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Escape" /><title>Nel caso ve lo stiate chiedendo...</title><content type="html">A non lavorare si sta benissimo, le giornate sono piene, c'è sempre qualcosa da fare, da vedere, da leggere, da scoprire, da cucinare o da fotografare. Temo che al mio rientro dovrò trovare un modo per avere una vita al di la del lavoro. E' grave??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ecco un po' di Chicago views per i fan di Windy City&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--zYR7ECiBQo/TayRhTuGDLI/AAAAAAAADjY/_2dDuO_EqhM/s1600/DSCN7522.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--zYR7ECiBQo/TayRhTuGDLI/AAAAAAAADjY/_2dDuO_EqhM/s400/DSCN7522.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597008438330002610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cRhk7mkNBVo/TaySqWF3CVI/AAAAAAAADj4/npT5pl-d8CU/s1600/DSCN7539.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cRhk7mkNBVo/TaySqWF3CVI/AAAAAAAADj4/npT5pl-d8CU/s400/DSCN7539.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597009693097003346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gcGkndLnaps/TayRiVghyaI/AAAAAAAADjo/g8j6b-K5GPQ/s1600/DSCN7578.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gcGkndLnaps/TayRiVghyaI/AAAAAAAADjo/g8j6b-K5GPQ/s400/DSCN7578.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597008455989840290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xwzt1aoxmEg/TayRjJ5TYZI/AAAAAAAADjw/DuqMJ2UIxuE/s1600/DSCN7568.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xwzt1aoxmEg/TayRjJ5TYZI/AAAAAAAADjw/DuqMJ2UIxuE/s400/DSCN7568.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597008470052397458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17772956-1311722055205737088?l=pippawilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pippawilson.blogspot.com/feeds/1311722055205737088/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17772956&amp;postID=1311722055205737088" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17772956/posts/default/1311722055205737088?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17772956/posts/default/1311722055205737088?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://pippawilson.blogspot.com/2011/04/nel-caso-ve-lo-stiate-chiedendo.html" title="Nel caso ve lo stiate chiedendo..." /><author><name>PippaW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06845624003269280711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iI5p2weU2O0/Sv2MI9JdGHI/AAAAAAAADZk/3QjI_6idE_A/S220/DSCN6650.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--zYR7ECiBQo/TayRhTuGDLI/AAAAAAAADjY/_2dDuO_EqhM/s72-c/DSCN7522.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D04BQXo_cCp7ImA9WhZQEUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17772956.post-2751294157346069948</id><published>2011-04-13T21:42:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T21:45:50.448+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-04-18T21:45:50.448+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Food and Drink" /><title>Pippa cucina</title><content type="html">Che bello avere il tempo e la fantasia di ricominciare a cucinare!&lt;br /&gt;Quiche di spinaci e peperoni al groviera svizzero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5CKTMs_u1Yg/TayUgkhbsMI/AAAAAAAADkY/tRcDqlWaBk0/s1600/DSCN7562.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5CKTMs_u1Yg/TayUgkhbsMI/AAAAAAAADkY/tRcDqlWaBk0/s400/DSCN7562.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597011724195311810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pistacchi caramellati&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P1WsTqfpfnY/TayUfFAPZzI/AAAAAAAADkQ/JACp7nZqfLE/s1600/DSCN7557.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P1WsTqfpfnY/TayUfFAPZzI/AAAAAAAADkQ/JACp7nZqfLE/s400/DSCN7557.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597011698554726194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mousse di caprino ai semi di girasole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Vefohush-o/TayUe08cAiI/AAAAAAAADkI/Qbq4q1wCtt0/s1600/DSCN7556.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Vefohush-o/TayUe08cAiI/AAAAAAAADkI/Qbq4q1wCtt0/s400/DSCN7556.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597011694243807778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alla faccia della dieta...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17772956-2751294157346069948?l=pippawilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pippawilson.blogspot.com/feeds/2751294157346069948/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17772956&amp;postID=2751294157346069948" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17772956/posts/default/2751294157346069948?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17772956/posts/default/2751294157346069948?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://pippawilson.blogspot.com/2011/04/pippa-cucina.html" title="Pippa cucina" /><author><name>PippaW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06845624003269280711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iI5p2weU2O0/Sv2MI9JdGHI/AAAAAAAADZk/3QjI_6idE_A/S220/DSCN6650.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5CKTMs_u1Yg/TayUgkhbsMI/AAAAAAAADkY/tRcDqlWaBk0/s72-c/DSCN7562.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0UCQng5cCp7ImA9WhZTF0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17772956.post-7961580632042972319</id><published>2011-03-22T11:11:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T11:21:03.628+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-03-22T11:21:03.628+01:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Thoughts" /><title>Lavorare nobilita, ma non lavorare fa bene alla salute</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FEg1P2YWJNg/TYh32y12BRI/AAAAAAAADjQ/1k-8MEp63Ko/s1600/workaholic-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 356px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FEg1P2YWJNg/TYh32y12BRI/AAAAAAAADjQ/1k-8MEp63Ko/s400/workaholic-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586847120997352722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Da una settimana è iniziata la mia aspettativa di 5 mesi e mezzo (NB non 6, 5 e mezzo). Per i prossimi tempi, per la prima volta da circa 16 anni, non avrò uno stipendio, dipenderò interamente da un'altra persona, non andrò a riunioni, non dovrò prendere decisioni, non avrò uno status lavorativo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come mi sento? Meravigliosamente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A ben pensarci potrei sentirmi spaesata, preoccupata, incerta. E invece sto da dio. Sono dimagrita, bevo molto meno, mangio meglio, dormo meglio, mi sta anche lentamente sparendo la rughetta in mezzo alla fronte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E se poi ci prendo gusto?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17772956-7961580632042972319?l=pippawilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pippawilson.blogspot.com/feeds/7961580632042972319/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17772956&amp;postID=7961580632042972319" title="10 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17772956/posts/default/7961580632042972319?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17772956/posts/default/7961580632042972319?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://pippawilson.blogspot.com/2011/03/lavorare-nobilita-ma-non-lavorare-fa.html" title="Lavorare nobilita, ma non lavorare fa bene alla salute" /><author><name>PippaW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06845624003269280711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iI5p2weU2O0/Sv2MI9JdGHI/AAAAAAAADZk/3QjI_6idE_A/S220/DSCN6650.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FEg1P2YWJNg/TYh32y12BRI/AAAAAAAADjQ/1k-8MEp63Ko/s72-c/workaholic-2.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUAEQX09fip7ImA9Wx9WGUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17772956.post-8440423071554876834</id><published>2011-01-25T20:25:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T20:28:20.366+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-01-25T20:28:20.366+01:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Fashion" /><title>Amo la Haute Couture di Dior</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iI5p2weU2O0/TT8j-FNobMI/AAAAAAAADi8/pB-kMT7L-gk/s1600/Dior%2BHC%2BRS11%2B1435.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iI5p2weU2O0/TT8j-FNobMI/AAAAAAAADi8/pB-kMT7L-gk/s400/Dior%2BHC%2BRS11%2B1435.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566207213911436482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.leiweb.it/moda/sfilate/ricerca.action?ricerca.idStagione=16&amp;amp;ricerca.idStilista=99&amp;amp;ricerca.collezione=H"&gt;Sempre&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.leiweb.it/moda/sfilate/ricerca.action?ricerca.idStagione=15&amp;amp;ricerca.idStilista=99&amp;amp;ricerca.collezione=H"&gt;sempre&lt;/a&gt; splendida&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17772956-8440423071554876834?l=pippawilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pippawilson.blogspot.com/feeds/8440423071554876834/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17772956&amp;postID=8440423071554876834" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17772956/posts/default/8440423071554876834?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17772956/posts/default/8440423071554876834?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://pippawilson.blogspot.com/2011/01/amo-la-haute-couture-di-dior.html" title="Amo la Haute Couture di Dior" /><author><name>PippaW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06845624003269280711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iI5p2weU2O0/Sv2MI9JdGHI/AAAAAAAADZk/3QjI_6idE_A/S220/DSCN6650.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iI5p2weU2O0/TT8j-FNobMI/AAAAAAAADi8/pB-kMT7L-gk/s72-c/Dior%2BHC%2BRS11%2B1435.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUEBQXo7fip7ImA9Wx9XF0o.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17772956.post-8723135504598955524</id><published>2011-01-11T21:16:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T21:27:30.406+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-01-11T21:27:30.406+01:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Shopping" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="BodyCare" /><title>Nell'attesa, io mi rassodo le chiappe</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iI5p2weU2O0/TSy7Tdp6WxI/AAAAAAAADis/_Y8xkpecFiU/s1600/reebok-reetone-runtone-ad-campaign-large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 282px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iI5p2weU2O0/TSy7Tdp6WxI/AAAAAAAADis/_Y8xkpecFiU/s400/reebok-reetone-runtone-ad-campaign-large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561025582948047634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ci sono pubblicità che ti ipnotizzano. Come &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m9ZaAkYEES8"&gt;quella delle Reebok Easy Tone&lt;/a&gt;, le scarpe che rassodano le chiappe solo camminando. Non so se funzionano davvero, ma io ci voglio credere. Come agli UFO. In effetti le probabilità che le mie chiappe diventino come quelle di questa foto sono le stesse di incontrare un extra terrestre...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17772956-8723135504598955524?l=pippawilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pippawilson.blogspot.com/feeds/8723135504598955524/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17772956&amp;postID=8723135504598955524" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17772956/posts/default/8723135504598955524?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17772956/posts/default/8723135504598955524?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://pippawilson.blogspot.com/2011/01/mi-rassodo-le-chiappe.html" title="Nell'attesa, io mi rassodo le chiappe" /><author><name>PippaW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06845624003269280711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iI5p2weU2O0/Sv2MI9JdGHI/AAAAAAAADZk/3QjI_6idE_A/S220/DSCN6650.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iI5p2weU2O0/TSy7Tdp6WxI/AAAAAAAADis/_Y8xkpecFiU/s72-c/reebok-reetone-runtone-ad-campaign-large.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEEEQXc4eCp7ImA9Wx9SEk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17772956.post-6433377942534890031</id><published>2010-12-01T18:55:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T19:03:20.930+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-12-01T19:03:20.930+01:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Holidays" /><title>Buoni propositi per il 2011 (mi porto avanti)</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iI5p2weU2O0/TPaNZxAwhVI/AAAAAAAADig/MqX8UY3r9q4/s1600/christmas-recipes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 254px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iI5p2weU2O0/TPaNZxAwhVI/AAAAAAAADig/MqX8UY3r9q4/s400/christmas-recipes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545775464946107730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sarà la neve, sarà il countdown a Natale, sarà lo spirito delle feste ma mi sento in vena di buoni propositi. E visti i ritmi di aggiornamento di questo blog meglio scriverli subito, la prossima volta che ripasserò da qui sarà già febbraio...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nel 2011 vorrei...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) ricominciare a scrivere cose prive di senso su questo blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) finire un golf islandese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) regalare un erede Bellavita al mondo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) lavorare molto meno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) fare tanti soldi facendo qualcosa che mi diverte (dormire non conta)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) smettere di fare liste prime di senso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;che altro?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17772956-6433377942534890031?l=pippawilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pippawilson.blogspot.com/feeds/6433377942534890031/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17772956&amp;postID=6433377942534890031" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17772956/posts/default/6433377942534890031?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17772956/posts/default/6433377942534890031?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://pippawilson.blogspot.com/2010/12/buoni-proposito-per-il-2011.html" title="Buoni propositi per il 2011 (mi porto avanti)" /><author><name>PippaW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06845624003269280711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iI5p2weU2O0/Sv2MI9JdGHI/AAAAAAAADZk/3QjI_6idE_A/S220/DSCN6650.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iI5p2weU2O0/TPaNZxAwhVI/AAAAAAAADig/MqX8UY3r9q4/s72-c/christmas-recipes.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkUHRX0_fSp7ImA9Wx5UEE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17772956.post-3760538157337781627</id><published>2010-10-14T00:15:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T00:17:14.345+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-10-14T00:17:14.345+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Me" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Thoughts" /><title>Sono un ghiro che corre come un criceto</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iI5p2weU2O0/TLYv1yU88rI/AAAAAAAADiY/Nd37aR0nV6Y/s1600/Ghiro1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 342px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iI5p2weU2O0/TLYv1yU88rI/AAAAAAAADiY/Nd37aR0nV6Y/s400/Ghiro1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527658193733087922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da qualche parte so che c'è un errore. Eppure non riesco a smettere di correre.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17772956-3760538157337781627?l=pippawilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pippawilson.blogspot.com/feeds/3760538157337781627/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17772956&amp;postID=3760538157337781627" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17772956/posts/default/3760538157337781627?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17772956/posts/default/3760538157337781627?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://pippawilson.blogspot.com/2010/10/sono-un-ghiro-che-corre-come-un-criceto.html" title="Sono un ghiro che corre come un criceto" /><author><name>PippaW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06845624003269280711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iI5p2weU2O0/Sv2MI9JdGHI/AAAAAAAADZk/3QjI_6idE_A/S220/DSCN6650.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iI5p2weU2O0/TLYv1yU88rI/AAAAAAAADiY/Nd37aR0nV6Y/s72-c/Ghiro1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0EDSHY_cCp7ImA9Wx5XFks.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17772956.post-1609203431782395659</id><published>2010-09-16T21:27:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T21:34:39.848+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-09-16T21:34:39.848+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Fashion" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Milan" /><title>It's fashion (week) baby</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iI5p2weU2O0/TJJv9tbTfHI/AAAAAAAADhw/cnZ2dQd1DsM/s1600/Kors+RS11+0638.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iI5p2weU2O0/TJJv9tbTfHI/AAAAAAAADhw/cnZ2dQd1DsM/s320/Kors+RS11+0638.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517595599439101042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Hey, ti ricordi le vacanze?&lt;br /&gt;-Veramente non molto.&lt;br /&gt;-Ecco, meglio, perché la settimana della moda è dietro l'angolo e devi essere pronta a morire di fatica&lt;br /&gt;-Ma come? Moda, bellezza, musica, stile. Non dovrebbe essere un sacrificio...&lt;br /&gt;-Ma se ci aggiungi il traffico congestionato, uno scheduling da  cardiopalma e l'isteria collettiva di fashionistas sociopatici ed  esibizionisti...&lt;br /&gt;-Oddio è vero, e tutti quei blogger dell'ultim'ora che si fotografano l'un l'altro&lt;br /&gt;-E tutte quelle wannabe  nervose perché non mangiano da Natale per entrare nelle mini taglia zero&lt;br /&gt;-E tutti i vip tirati a lucido che indossano accessori assurdi solo per farsi riconoscere...&lt;br /&gt;-Eh si, it's fashion time, che il circo abbia inizio&lt;br /&gt;-Però a me le sfilate piacciono, per quei 10 minuti in cui le modelle  falcano la passerella, così sicure anche su plateaux da 15 cm, con la  musica tamarra nell'aria e le luci che illuminano le loro chiome  perfettamente lisce e lucenti, il mondo sembra anche bello&lt;br /&gt;-Peccato che poi finisca subito e si ricominci da zero&lt;br /&gt;-Già. Corro a mettere i piedi nel bicarbonato, così a scopo preparatorio&lt;br /&gt;-Io affilo le unghie, mi servirà&lt;br /&gt;-Ci si vede il 22?&lt;br /&gt;-Oh yeah, e ricorda che secondo Stanislavskij la moda esiste soprattutto per coloro che non sanno vestirsi.&lt;br /&gt;-A beh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Foto: &lt;a href="http://www.leiweb.it/moda/sfilate/ricerca.action?ricerca.idStagione=16&amp;amp;ricerca.idStilista=200&amp;amp;ricerca.collezione=F"&gt;Michael Kors PE 2011&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17772956-1609203431782395659?l=pippawilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pippawilson.blogspot.com/feeds/1609203431782395659/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17772956&amp;postID=1609203431782395659" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17772956/posts/default/1609203431782395659?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17772956/posts/default/1609203431782395659?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://pippawilson.blogspot.com/2010/09/its-fashion-week-baby.html" title="It's fashion (week) baby" /><author><name>PippaW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06845624003269280711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iI5p2weU2O0/Sv2MI9JdGHI/AAAAAAAADZk/3QjI_6idE_A/S220/DSCN6650.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iI5p2weU2O0/TJJv9tbTfHI/AAAAAAAADhw/cnZ2dQd1DsM/s72-c/Kors+RS11+0638.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEIFQnc5cCp7ImA9Wx5SFU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17772956.post-8717126095832369638</id><published>2010-08-11T16:12:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T16:21:53.928+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-08-11T16:21:53.928+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Umbria" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Escape" /><title>Pensierino: mi piace la vacanza</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iI5p2weU2O0/TGKxhkJyfvI/AAAAAAAADg0/xDp8QdOkooU/s1600/IMG_0088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iI5p2weU2O0/TGKxhkJyfvI/AAAAAAAADg0/xDp8QdOkooU/s320/IMG_0088.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504156884798701298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mi piace la vacanza perché posso stare col mio amore. Mi piace perché posso mangiare tutto quello che mi pare senza pensare alla linea. Mi piace perché posso dormire quando ne ho voglia, anche il pomeriggio sul divano. La vacanza mi piace anche perché posso leggere tutto il giorno e fare la maglia quando mi va. In vacanza poi non leggo la posta, non leggo i giornali e non guardo la tv. Così mi pare che il mondo è un bel posto e sto in pace con il cosmo. In vacanza inoltre cammino tanto e sto all'aria aperta così sembro anche sana. Quando sono in vacanza mi va anche via quella rughetta in mezzo alla fronte e quando mi vedo allo specchio sono anche più carina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insomma, a me la vacanza mi piace. Ma com'è che non so starci tutto l'anno?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(nella foto: Polino, Umbria)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17772956-8717126095832369638?l=pippawilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pippawilson.blogspot.com/feeds/8717126095832369638/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17772956&amp;postID=8717126095832369638" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17772956/posts/default/8717126095832369638?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17772956/posts/default/8717126095832369638?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://pippawilson.blogspot.com/2010/08/pensierino-mi-piace-la-vacanza.html" title="Pensierino: mi piace la vacanza" /><author><name>PippaW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06845624003269280711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iI5p2weU2O0/Sv2MI9JdGHI/AAAAAAAADZk/3QjI_6idE_A/S220/DSCN6650.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iI5p2weU2O0/TGKxhkJyfvI/AAAAAAAADg0/xDp8QdOkooU/s72-c/IMG_0088.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEEDQ3s8fSp7ImA9WxFaF08.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17772956.post-663387634453353945</id><published>2010-07-21T16:07:00.008+02:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T16:31:12.575+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-07-21T16:31:12.575+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Shopping" /><title>Lavoro per le scarpe o ho le sCarpe per lavorare?</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iI5p2weU2O0/TEcDbhX_fQI/AAAAAAAADgk/E-dgBKIRM7g/s1600/Alexander-McQueen-shoes-black-white.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 244px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iI5p2weU2O0/TEcDbhX_fQI/AAAAAAAADgk/E-dgBKIRM7g/s320/Alexander-McQueen-shoes-black-white.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496365641579330818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ogni tanto me le guardo le mie bellissime scarpe con tacchi improponibili. Le studio, le odoro (sanno di buono), poi provo a mettermele in casa e mi sento bellissima e altissima. E per un attimo la magia funziona. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Circa 2 minuti netti dopo però mi sanguinano i piedi&lt;/span&gt; e le mie amate propaggini se ne tornano rapidamente nelle loro lussuose scatole avvolte da panni morbidissimi per essere dimenticate per almeno un paio di mesi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E allora la domanda sorge spontanea: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ma che cavolo me le compro a fare ste benedette scarpe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E' uno di quei quesiti mistici a cui è difficile dare una risposta. Tipo: "C'è vita nell'universo?" oppure "Berlusconi si colora la cute dei capelli?". Chissà.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ieri a cena con le mie amiche è stata anche avanzata l'ipotesi che sia una forma di compensazione per la frustrazione che si accumula lavorando 12 ore al giorno. Della serie i soldi che mi sono sudata ora li metto in un qualcosa di tangibile. Perché tanto non sono abbastanza per pagarci un mutuo e mentre i vestiti ti entrano a tratti, i piedi restano sempre uguali. Ma allora mi chiedo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Se quando lavoro spendo tutti i miei soldi in scomode scarpe costosissime, se smettessi di lavorare, e quindi di comprare scarpe, dovrei avere sempre lo stesso quantitativo di soldi sul conto&lt;/span&gt;. O no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Non è che poi mi licenzio e continuo a comprare scarpe? C'è uno psicologo in sala che può darmi una risposta? Grazie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17772956-663387634453353945?l=pippawilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pippawilson.blogspot.com/feeds/663387634453353945/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17772956&amp;postID=663387634453353945" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17772956/posts/default/663387634453353945?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17772956/posts/default/663387634453353945?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://pippawilson.blogspot.com/2010/07/lavoro-per-le-scarpe-o-ho-le-sparpe-per.html" title="Lavoro per le scarpe o ho le sCarpe per lavorare?" /><author><name>PippaW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06845624003269280711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iI5p2weU2O0/Sv2MI9JdGHI/AAAAAAAADZk/3QjI_6idE_A/S220/DSCN6650.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iI5p2weU2O0/TEcDbhX_fQI/AAAAAAAADgk/E-dgBKIRM7g/s72-c/Alexander-McQueen-shoes-black-white.gif" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkEHQHw4eSp7ImA9WxFbF0k.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17772956.post-6652972543843716267</id><published>2010-07-10T09:45:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T09:57:11.231+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-07-10T09:57:11.231+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Shopping" /><title>Comprare è bello, rendere di più</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iI5p2weU2O0/TDgm_-B662I/AAAAAAAADgM/CTxZmw2g0dc/s1600/shopping-cart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iI5p2weU2O0/TDgm_-B662I/AAAAAAAADgM/CTxZmw2g0dc/s400/shopping-cart.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492182626002987874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Poche cose danno soddisfazione come l'acquisto compulsivo di vestiti e accessori. Il profumo della pelle, la stoffa inamidata, il rumore della carta velina nel sacchetto di carta patinata. E poi arrivare a casa, riprovare tutto, vedersi con tutti quei cartellini luccicanti addosso. E' una cosa che fa star bene c'è poco da fare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un'altra cosa però che fa stare altrettanto bene è vedere i soldi appena spesi per quegli acquisti ricomparire sulla carta di credito. Quelle cifre precedute da un piccolo "meno" stano benissimo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Credo di capire perché in Italia i commercianti siano così reticenti a riprendersi la merce. Perché lo sanno che l'atto dell'acquisto è la parte più soddisfacente della transazione. Quando poi la roba l'hai comprata anche se ti piaceva  molto, in qualche modo sei anche pronta a riportarla indietro e farti ridare i soldi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Per fortuna che almeno gli acquisti online si possono restituire. Ed eccomi qui ad aspettare i miei due pacchi pieni di cose bellissime che proverò una ad una, e rispedirò al mittente in attesa del magico accredito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo consiglio a tutti come terapia anti stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Foto: &lt;a href="http://customersrock.wordpress.com"&gt;Costumers Rock&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17772956-6652972543843716267?l=pippawilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pippawilson.blogspot.com/feeds/6652972543843716267/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17772956&amp;postID=6652972543843716267" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17772956/posts/default/6652972543843716267?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17772956/posts/default/6652972543843716267?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://pippawilson.blogspot.com/2010/07/comprare-e-bello-rendere-di-piu.html" title="Comprare è bello, rendere di più" /><author><name>PippaW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06845624003269280711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iI5p2weU2O0/Sv2MI9JdGHI/AAAAAAAADZk/3QjI_6idE_A/S220/DSCN6650.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iI5p2weU2O0/TDgm_-B662I/AAAAAAAADgM/CTxZmw2g0dc/s72-c/shopping-cart.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUUERnozcSp7ImA9WxFUGE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17772956.post-1048070223764196311</id><published>2010-06-29T12:05:00.008+02:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T12:26:47.489+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-06-29T12:26:47.489+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Shopping" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sister" /><title>Io e mia sorella facciamo shopping, online</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iI5p2weU2O0/TCnJF5CKpgI/AAAAAAAADfk/vtz_yOd8Gec/s1600/Saldi+Donna+-+Abbigliamento+Donna+-+Collezione+Primavera-Estate+su+YOOX.COM_1277806690981.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 185px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iI5p2weU2O0/TCnJF5CKpgI/AAAAAAAADfk/vtz_yOd8Gec/s400/Saldi+Donna+-+Abbigliamento+Donna+-+Collezione+Primavera-Estate+su+YOOX.COM_1277806690981.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488138723974096386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Era un po' che &lt;a href="http://pippawilson.blogspot.com/search/label/Shopping"&gt;mia sorella ed io non facevamo un po' di sano shopping&lt;/a&gt;. La crisi economica, i progetti imprenditoriali e i voli intercontinentali per troppo tempo ci avevano frenato in una delle nostre attività preferite: delapidare un patrimonio inesistente. Per fortuna questa settimana ci siamo riprese...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Loly&lt;/span&gt;: Zinna corri! C'è la svendita di See by Chloé su &lt;a href="http://it.vente-privee.com/"&gt;Vente Privée!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Zinna&lt;/span&gt;: Ah, ma che ha?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L: Ok ho capito non ti va, non fa niente, fottiti, faccio da sola, anzi mi scade il carrello vattene&lt;br /&gt;Z: Ma no dai fammi vedere, aspetta ma quel trench com'è? Carino...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L: Io ho già preso 4 giacche, 6 vestiti e 5 camicette. Vuoi aggiungere qualcosa?&lt;br /&gt;Z: Mah boh, aspetta uh si, carino questo, di queste camicette mettine 2, non si sa mai. Un golfino? Serve sempre, aggiungi. Bello anche il vestititino, versatile, vai, nel carrello. A quanto stiamo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L: Vediamo... 1950 euro. Ma ne abbiamo risparmiati 2500 rispetto ai prezzi originari.&lt;br /&gt;Z: Ma tu ce li hai 1950 euro? Sto mese dobbiamo pagare l'affitto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L: Pezzente. Vabeh levo la blusa e anche le magliette. Ma il vestitino 60's no!&lt;br /&gt;Z: E' di cotone e costa 200 euro... Non togliermi il trench arancione però! Lo VOGLIO! MI SERVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L: Io tengo la giacca nera, è stupenda.&lt;br /&gt;Z: Ora a quanto stiamo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L: 700 euro ma con un risparmio di 1090 euro! Che faccio compro?&lt;br /&gt;Z: Vai!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L: Vai a farmi il bonifico per la tua parte.&lt;br /&gt;Z: Ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iI5p2weU2O0/TCnJrTil8KI/AAAAAAAADfs/SaBxjr33MKg/s1600/MYOOX_1277806748416.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 187px; height: 181px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iI5p2weU2O0/TCnJrTil8KI/AAAAAAAADfs/SaBxjr33MKg/s320/MYOOX_1277806748416.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488139366744584354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Due giorni dopo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L: ZINNA corri!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Z: Cosa? Che succede?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L: Indovina? Mi è appena arrivata la Newsletter di &lt;a href="http://www.yoox.com/"&gt;Yoox&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Z: Aiuto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L: Ci sono &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i saldi al 50% e la spedizione gratis&lt;/span&gt;... Alla peggio compri e rimandiamo indietro, no?&lt;br /&gt;Z: ...In effetti ha un senso. Poi rimandiamo indietro?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L: Cerrrrto!&lt;br /&gt;Z: Ok dai aggiungiamo al carrello anche questo, e questo, e 2 di questo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L: Totale?&lt;br /&gt;Z: 689 euro. Ma poi rimandiamo tutto vero?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L: Come no! A proposito ti sei presa quei sandali che volevi?&lt;br /&gt;Z: No, ma ho comprato un paio di zeppe carissime! Le amo! Sono le mie scarpe preferite fino al prossimo paio di scarpe! E la tua borsa Costume National?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L: Prego che vedendola mi faccia schifo, perché non ho i soldi per pagarla.&lt;br /&gt;Z: Mi sa che l'iPhone 4 dovrà aspettare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L: E non ho manco ho l'iPad...&lt;br /&gt;Z: Menomale che st'estate faccio le vacanze al risparmio... Però certo, quei sandali di Prada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To Be Continued...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17772956-1048070223764196311?l=pippawilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pippawilson.blogspot.com/feeds/1048070223764196311/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17772956&amp;postID=1048070223764196311" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17772956/posts/default/1048070223764196311?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17772956/posts/default/1048070223764196311?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://pippawilson.blogspot.com/2010/06/io-e-mia-sorella-facciamo-shopping.html" title="Io e mia sorella facciamo shopping, online" /><author><name>PippaW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06845624003269280711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iI5p2weU2O0/Sv2MI9JdGHI/AAAAAAAADZk/3QjI_6idE_A/S220/DSCN6650.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iI5p2weU2O0/TCnJF5CKpgI/AAAAAAAADfk/vtz_yOd8Gec/s72-c/Saldi+Donna+-+Abbigliamento+Donna+-+Collezione+Primavera-Estate+su+YOOX.COM_1277806690981.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUYESHo9eip7ImA9WxFUEEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17772956.post-1589863274972065559</id><published>2010-06-20T15:42:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T16:11:49.462+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-06-20T16:11:49.462+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Moda Uomo" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Fashion" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Milan" /><title>L'uomo del 2011 è un po' esibizionista e molto palestrato</title><content type="html">Bilancio dei primi due giorni di sfilate maschili alla Milano Moda Uomo: cari uomini, iniziate a darci sotto con gli addominali perché la prossima estate andrete in giro con l'ombelico di fuori!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iI5p2weU2O0/TB4gcqWTqDI/AAAAAAAADfM/KPnfKMyC0K4/s1600/Screen+shot+2010-06-20+at+4.04.02+PM.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 274px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iI5p2weU2O0/TB4gcqWTqDI/AAAAAAAADfM/KPnfKMyC0K4/s400/Screen+shot+2010-06-20+at+4.04.02+PM.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484857072960120882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Calvin Klein PE 2011)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iI5p2weU2O0/TB4g-sX-6EI/AAAAAAAADfU/7i680MtoovI/s1600/Screen+shot+2010-06-20+at+4.04.29+PM.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 277px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iI5p2weU2O0/TB4g-sX-6EI/AAAAAAAADfU/7i680MtoovI/s400/Screen+shot+2010-06-20+at+4.04.29+PM.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484857657619572802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Frankie Morello PE 2011)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E curate anche le cosce perché i bermbuda diventano shorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iI5p2weU2O0/TB4hPCJ-CoI/AAAAAAAADfc/XBIkjEIZwtQ/s1600/Screen+shot+2010-06-20+at+4.05.47+PM.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 305px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iI5p2weU2O0/TB4hPCJ-CoI/AAAAAAAADfc/XBIkjEIZwtQ/s400/Screen+shot+2010-06-20+at+4.05.47+PM.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484857938344282754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Bottega Veneta PE 2011)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insomma iscrivetevi in palestra fin da ora che avete solo 12 mesi per rimettervi in sesto!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17772956-1589863274972065559?l=pippawilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pippawilson.blogspot.com/feeds/1589863274972065559/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17772956&amp;postID=1589863274972065559" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17772956/posts/default/1589863274972065559?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17772956/posts/default/1589863274972065559?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://pippawilson.blogspot.com/2010/06/luomo-del-2011-e-un-po-esibizionista-e.html" title="L'uomo del 2011 è un po' esibizionista e molto palestrato" /><author><name>PippaW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06845624003269280711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iI5p2weU2O0/Sv2MI9JdGHI/AAAAAAAADZk/3QjI_6idE_A/S220/DSCN6650.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iI5p2weU2O0/TB4gcqWTqDI/AAAAAAAADfM/KPnfKMyC0K4/s72-c/Screen+shot+2010-06-20+at+4.04.02+PM.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0IFQHgzcSp7ImA9WxFWFUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17772956.post-1596546810175188936</id><published>2010-06-03T11:46:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T12:05:11.689+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-06-03T12:05:11.689+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Thoughts" /><title>Che faccio, vado?</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iI5p2weU2O0/TAd8fNYZxgI/AAAAAAAADfE/bNARFavwgo4/s1600/brain+drain.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 222px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iI5p2weU2O0/TAd8fNYZxgI/AAAAAAAADfE/bNARFavwgo4/s320/brain+drain.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478484347329299970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L'ultimo viaggio che ho fatto all'America, lo scorso mese, è stato diverso dal solito.&lt;br /&gt;Da quando sono tornata non penso che al momento in cui partirò di nuovo. E ho anche attraversato una bella turbolenza in aereo! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Che è successo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Che il mio tempo a Milano sia finito? In fondo sono già 3 anni, e la sedia mi scotta sotto alle chiappe. Oppure c'è il piccolo insignificante particolare che 1 anno di matrimonio vissuto con un Oceano di mezzo non è proprio il massimo. O il fatto che l'iPad li ha molte più potenzialità di quante ne avrà mai qui?! Non so, ma mi sa che it's time for a change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voi cosa fareste al posto mio?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) mi organizzo, mi licenzio e faccio le valigie&lt;br /&gt;b) resisto nella speranza che sia la mia dolce metà ad attraversare l'oceano&lt;br /&gt;c) resta tutto come ora e mi inacidisco lentamente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Non so perché ma sento che la risposta giusta è la prima. Ma la domanda successiva è: e poi che faccio?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17772956-1596546810175188936?l=pippawilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pippawilson.blogspot.com/feeds/1596546810175188936/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17772956&amp;postID=1596546810175188936" title="16 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17772956/posts/default/1596546810175188936?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17772956/posts/default/1596546810175188936?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://pippawilson.blogspot.com/2010/06/che-faccio-vado.html" title="Che faccio, vado?" /><author><name>PippaW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06845624003269280711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iI5p2weU2O0/Sv2MI9JdGHI/AAAAAAAADZk/3QjI_6idE_A/S220/DSCN6650.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iI5p2weU2O0/TAd8fNYZxgI/AAAAAAAADfE/bNARFavwgo4/s72-c/brain+drain.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C08EQHgzcSp7ImA9WxFQFkw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17772956.post-172250889508070034</id><published>2010-05-11T22:58:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T23:03:21.689+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-05-11T23:03:21.689+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Tech" /><title>Amo le mie carpe</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7B4FrLhP8E/S-nFxRCLu-I/AAAAAAAAAoc/QgGo8B2DGHo/s1600/photo.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7B4FrLhP8E/S-nFxRCLu-I/AAAAAAAAAoc/QgGo8B2DGHo/s400/photo.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470120672595000290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://itunes.apple.com/us/app/pocket-pond-hd/id370256313?mt=8"&gt;Pocket pond&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17772956-172250889508070034?l=pippawilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pippawilson.blogspot.com/feeds/172250889508070034/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17772956&amp;postID=172250889508070034" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17772956/posts/default/172250889508070034?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17772956/posts/default/172250889508070034?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://pippawilson.blogspot.com/2010/05/amo-le-mie-carpe.html" title="Amo le mie carpe" /><author><name>PippaW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06845624003269280711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iI5p2weU2O0/Sv2MI9JdGHI/AAAAAAAADZk/3QjI_6idE_A/S220/DSCN6650.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7B4FrLhP8E/S-nFxRCLu-I/AAAAAAAAAoc/QgGo8B2DGHo/s72-c/photo.PNG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CU8BRXc9fSp7ImA9WxFRE0w.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17772956.post-6038212871148356913</id><published>2010-04-26T22:07:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T22:30:54.965+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-04-26T22:30:54.965+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Tech" /><title>L'iPad visto da me - una recensione</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iI5p2weU2O0/S9X26iixqSI/AAAAAAAADe8/fwAxfqrUYhM/s1600/pippapad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iI5p2weU2O0/S9X26iixqSI/AAAAAAAADe8/fwAxfqrUYhM/s320/pippapad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464545208449476898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ho procrastinato questa recensione troppo a lungo, quindi per recuperare sarò brevissima:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-L'iPad è un oggetto meraviglioso pieno di potenzialità al momento quasi del tutto inesplorate. Basta scaricare una copia di Time magazine per percepire la punta dell'iceberg di come l'iPad può trasformare l'abituale lettura di una rivista. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Se Internet ha aperto i computer al mondo, l'iPad apre (finalmente) le riviste a Internet&lt;/span&gt;. Mai più indirizzi di ristoranti o alberghi presi da articoli da copiare e cercare su Google, per dirne una. Interviste che si possono leggere o ascoltare, A SCELTA, etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Attualmente in USA alcuni accordi con companies di Entertainment come ABC e Netflix, o lo stesso iTunes, rendono l'iPad un oggetto che ha molto più senso di quanto ne avrà da noi. La possibilità di affittare film online e vederli sull'iPad, o addirittura vedere gratuitamente le ultime puntate dei propri telefilm preferiti grazie a una specifica applicazione sono features che danno molto senso all'iPad. Noi italiani retrogradi non so quanto dovremo aspettare per un servizio del genere. Al momento per vedere dei video sull'iPad io sono impazzita tra downloading, encoding e trasferimenti via iTunes. Il che rende il tutto molto meno facile e limita molto la fruizione del mezzo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-E' molto più comodo di un pc da portare in giro e alla security degli  aeroporti USA può rimanere in borsa. Come un iPod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I libri si leggono bene e le immagini si vedono perfettamente. Certo  non è leggero come un libro o un e-book reader, ma ha anche i colori e  permette di sottolineare i libri con 5 tipi diversi di evidenziatore.  Quindi potenzialmente può essere uno strumento per trasportare pesanti  libri di studio in poco spazio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Le foto si vedono benissimo e premendo un tastino l'iPad diventa anche  una cornice digitale con slideshow delle foto caricate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Le App disponibili non sono moltissime ne' particolarmente sfiziose (a parte Charadium e il sopracitato Time), ma diamo tempo ai programmatori di sviluppare strumenti ad hoc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Leggere le riviste e i quotidiani online è  veramente godibile, ha  molto senso e i video (non in flash) si vedono veramente bene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Necessita di un computer di appoggio, possibilmente con spazio disco capiente. Ed è questa per me l'unica vera pecca. Io ho un MacBook pieno zeppo e dover importare tutto in iPhoto o iTunes prima di poterlo trasferire sull'iPad è un problema per me che non ho spazio disco libero. Se penso che dovrò svuotare il mio portatile per caricare l'iPad mi sento anche un po' scema. Sto cercando un escamotage per evitare la cosa, se sapete come fare vi prego ditemelo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-L'iPad da 32 gb, che ho preso io, non ha un gran senso, 16 gb bastano e avanzano per tutte le capperate che volete metterci dentro, dalle foto ai film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Che altro dire, al momento lo sto usando più per divertimento che per altro. Mio marito invece, che ha l'abitudine di leggere i quotidiani online ogni mattina, lo sfrutta molto meglio di me. In compenso però io ci ho caricato 6 libri di maglia che posso portarmi in giro per il mondo con grande piacere e sollazzo ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se avete domande vi prego non esitate queste sono solo le mie prime impressioni a caldo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17772956-6038212871148356913?l=pippawilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pippawilson.blogspot.com/feeds/6038212871148356913/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17772956&amp;postID=6038212871148356913" title="19 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17772956/posts/default/6038212871148356913?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17772956/posts/default/6038212871148356913?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://pippawilson.blogspot.com/2010/04/lipad-visto-da-me-una-recensione.html" title="L'iPad visto da me - una recensione" /><author><name>PippaW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06845624003269280711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iI5p2weU2O0/Sv2MI9JdGHI/AAAAAAAADZk/3QjI_6idE_A/S220/DSCN6650.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iI5p2weU2O0/S9X26iixqSI/AAAAAAAADe8/fwAxfqrUYhM/s72-c/pippapad.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry></feed>

