Regenboogknutselen


Nee we knutselde geen regenboog , maar mijn knutselvriendinnetjes en ik probeerde wel dit uitdagende en kleurrijke knutselwerkje uit .

Wanneer kinderen dit helemaal zelf moeten doen , moeten ze wel wat ouder zijn , maar kleuren kunnen zelfs de allerjongste 

Ik vond dit knutselwerkje hier

En het is best uitdagend gebleken , toch kwamen we ( bij een tweede poging weliswaar) tot een mooi resultaat 

het was weer leuk ons knutselmiddagje 

Greetz Lenie 


Meer van de knutselvriendinnetjes lees je hier

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#iamnewhere I'm Harry and my profession is life artist. I may be pensionado but certainly not behind the geraniums. My passions are photography, filming, writing and especially walking and getting people to walking/moving. That's how I wrote a plan to get fit in 90 days. At the moment I'm making videos to show how beautiful the Netherlands is. Comprehensive videos and short of just a minute. https://youtu.be/X9yvwo3K2e8
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Spery ice cream and the plum pies
Long ago Snow White's stepmother was still fanatically engaged in her struggle to become the most beautiful in the world. The fairy-tale connoisseurs among us, of course, have long known that this was doomed to failure in advance and the story goes that she put her anger on the magic mirror and which smashed one of the shards pierced her heart. But what many do not know is that the heart of the evil queen was made of stone and the shard pierced only a bag of Heinz, making it look as if Snow White's stepmother bled to death. When the horror woman came to, she reunited her dented ego and glued the shards of the mirror and pronounced a new image of beauty for the whole realm and all the countries around it. Thin and slender was no longer the norm, beauty became dependent on prosperity. Especially a welfare belly became important. The thicker the more beautiful. And in order to have a head start over her subjects, the Queen immediately had a stomach enlargement. She ate up against the cliffs, determined that the next time she asked the mirror, she would be reflected as the most beautiful. Having eaten a baking dish on her own, filled with a preispan prepared with a giant bunch of leeks, two kilos of potatoes and eight ounces of minced meat, richly sprinkled with cheese, she asked the pressing question. “Mirror, mirror on the wall, who has the most beautiful prosperity belly in this country?' 'You are well on the right track, but don't get the wiser, you are still slimmer than Overvolle Bolle Gijs. Who eats with ease, the same as you, but ends with whipped cream cakes.' Then the Queen dived decisively into her archives and decided to present a spinning wheel (with sleep spell) via bol.com. The not too clever Gijs kicked in the trap with his eyes open, poked himself into a deep sleep. The Queen waited a week for a week, when Gijs would sleep seven days without eating, she had to come out as the most beautiful. “I'm sorry, beautiful fat majesty, but Gijs transcends you in obesity.' What turned out? Gijs suffered from a chronic form of sleepwalking, while sleeping, he ate chocolate and bananas in addition to everything he normally ate, so he only took a bigger lead. Then the Queen came up with a more devious plan. She sent through taarten.nl Gijs a hundred plum tarts. Poor Gijs kicked into the trap again with his eyes open and ate himself at the firm racepoop. Gijs became from overcrowded, to completely hollow. The Welfare queen cast only a questioning glance in the mirror. The mirror answered the look shoulder. For even though Gijs was hollow, he still remained orb and to this day he has always remained Holle Bolle Gijs. And the Queen? He ate the mirror of pure misery and the shards pierced her enlarged stomach. #shortstory