Papieren huisjes knutselen voor Sinterklaas of Kerst


Anja V D Akker deelde een leuk idee die ze had voorbereid voor een knutselmiddag met haar kleinkinderen. Ze maakte gezellige papieren #huisjes waar je een nep waxine lichtje in kan laten "branden". Heel gezellig tijdens de donkere dagen. Ze zijn zowel leuk voor Sinterklaas als ook voor de Kerst. Je voegt er dan wat extra items aan toe, en gebruikt bv. nepsneeuw of glitter ter decoratie van het huisje.


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Anja heeft gewerkt met ruitjes papier. Het mooie is dat het heel goed werkt. Kinderen kunnen zelf de hokjes tellen  en dan de hoeveelheid cm overnemen op karton. De huisjes zijn dus uitgewerkt als mallen op ruitjes papier. Het zijn 4 zijdes die samen dus 1 lichtje vormen. Om de 4 zijdes met elkaar te verbinden, teken je aan elke zijde 1 cm extra . De bodem is 10 bij 10 cm. Ook hiervoor heeft Anja een extra randje gemaakt. Dus 11 bij 11. Zo dient die 1 cm ook aan de onderzijde als bodemversteviging aan het huisje. Ieder huisje is 15 cm hoog. De daken zijn daar bij niet meegerekend. Door naar de onderstaande voorbeelden te kijken kun je bekijken hoe dit huisje kan namaken. 


Hier staan de 4 soorten huisjes. Je kan het als je dat gemakkelijker vind, ook opslaan en dan gaan uitprinten.  Je kan door verschillende raampjes, deuren en daken weer een totaal ander huisje creëren. Als je de mal vaker wil gebruiken plak je die bij voorkeur op een stuk karton. Zo heb je er elk jaar weer plezier van.


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Je kan het huisje uitknippen, maar met een prikpen is dat natuurlijk ook erg  mooi om te doen. Vooral wat betreft de kleine details, dat gaat vaak met een prikpen makkelijker. 

Aan de achterzijde gebruik je bv. gekleurd vliegerpapier. Dit knip je zo groot dat het achter datgene past waar je het voor nodig hebt. Anja gebruikte hiervoor lijmstiften. Dit werkt prettig en nauwkeurig en tevens ook zuinig in gebruik.

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Vliegerpapier is dun, lichtdoorlatend papier dat bijzonder geschikt is om lampions mee te knutselen.

In een pak zitten 100 vellen vliegerpapier van 15 x 15cm, in 10 verschillende kleuren. Van elke kleur zitten er 10 vellen in.

Vliegerpapier plak je eenvoudig met elke kinderlijm of hobbylijm.
Leuk voor het maken van een lampion, of een glas-in-lood. Maar ook voor een theelichtje! Hiervoor scheur je het vliegerpapier in in kleine stukjes en plak je ze aan de buitenkant van een glazen potje. Vervolgens doe je hier een kaarsje in en eventueel nog een lintje omheen. Leuk dat ook hele kleine kinderen dit al kunnen. (leuk cadeautje voor oma!)

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100 gekleurde vellen cellofaan. Deze vellen cellofaan hebben een A4 formaat en worden geleverd in 5 verschillende kleuren. Afmeting: 21 x 30 cm, 25 micro. 100 vellen per pak, 20x 5 kleuren.

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My friend is a woman
My friend is a woman - How I, as a straight woman, try to deal with my friend's transition from man to woman.“I want to be a woman.” - These words are still engraved in my memory as if he uttered them yesterday. In reality, he told me them at the end of last year, somewhere early October 2019. I fell from the sky. Of course I already knew that my friend was not a cliché machoman, and let that be exactly what attracts me so much about him. He is also autistic, because of which he can not always name his feelings and emotions, this is called “alexithymia.” We've been together for almost four and a half years now, and in the meantime, you know a thing or two about each other. For example, he told me that he used to wear dresses of his sisters for fun.Not a big deal, you might think. My mother had shortened and taken one of my father's overalls so I could walk through the mud with overalls and rubber boots and play farmer. However, what my friend never told me is how he felt when wearing those dresses, because he could never explain his emotions. Now this is still difficult for him, but with the help of a psychologist and sexologist, he slowly but surely comes out. He felt “right “when he wore those dresses, like he had to wear those dresses, and he always would. But he was born a man and his parents always raised him like that. My friend has a mustache, a beard, broad shoulders and a heavy voice. Nothing about him has ever made me - or anyone around me - suspect he's transgender.First appointment with the sexologist. - On October 14, he had his first appointment with a sexologist attached to a hospital in our region. That was a very difficult day for me, because my head told me he'd come back from the hospital as a woman. No, no, no. His sexologist helps him to (re) discover his orientation, his gender and who he wants to be. The appointments were supposed to come monthly. My friend has a counselor who helps him because he's autistic, and she's been with him once to the sexologist. I haven't dared to do it so far. After his penultimate appointment with the sexologist, he comes home and says, “I can start hormone therapy, it's really going to happen!” I can tell you that I felt terrified that day, and I had one panic attack after another and systematically hid it all from my friend. To this day, I still have panic attacks, although thanks to my new antidepressants, these are a lot less frequent.To the endocrinologist. - At some point, my friend's autism supervisor is sitting with us, and she says to him, “Oh yes, I have mapped out our train and bus routes to get to Mortsel”. I fell all the way from the sky. When I asked why they went to Mortsel and when, the counselor looked at me amazed. She thought I knew they were going to Mortsel together. No, no. Apparently, there's an endocrinologist. I had NEVER heard the word in my life, but apparently this is also called a 'hormone doctor', who is very concerned with diabetic patients, but also with people with hormone problems or, in this case, transgender. My throat was kind of pinched. Hormones already? A thousand and one questions popped my head in, and most of them are still there.The first hormone pill. - Yesterday it was then time: he was allowed to pick up the prescription for his hormones from the GP. He then did this and he immediately went to get the medication from the pharmacist. Yesterday he also immediately took his first two doses. I am terrified. Realistically, I know that no changes will be noticeable for the time being, but they will actually be there. For him, of course, it was great. He loves this whole process, he will finally become who he wants to be and he hopes to finally be truly happy. And I'll give him that. How hard I give him that.- Oh, my... But what about me? - I am straight. Of course, I can greatly appreciate the beauty of some women (who not?) , but I'm not attracted to women. My friend keeps telling me that he will not change much, but how can the transformation from man to woman be called “not much” now? What's going on with our relationship? I love my friend, but I really love it, and now I feel like I'm grieving. Because soon “my friend “will be gone. Then there's a woman in its place. He's not out of the closet with my parents, who are actually his parents, since his real parents have never been parents to him (are you still following?) , and plans to do this through a letter, because that way he can get out of his words more easily, and he can't tell them face-to-face, afraid of their reactions. He already wrote that letter, and I already read it. When he plans to send these to my parents, I don't know. But I'm also afraid of my parents' reaction. I'm afraid of everything right now. - This is the beginning of what is likely to become a long series. With this I give you a broader insight into my life at Yoo.rs, which is currently completely upside down. #transgender #holebi #hetero #lgbtq #persoonlijk
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Everything not said about love
Faced with this wave of loss of loved ones due to the pandemic, hunger, forced migrations and armed conflicts, the words that were not said, the caresses that died before being born and the smile that were not reflected in the look of the person who left. This reminded me of a beautiful song belonging to the Turkish musician Birsen Tezer and that I want to share with you. Everything Not Said About Love - Everything was left in half Thats weird Love and hate are half Life is half A part of me wants to escape And a part wants to chase What it leaves behind That is clean and pure A part of your half A part of my half Only I know Make him love you And maybe you know A bit My cry is drowned In crowded corners I find little comfort For who i am now Everything that I've been through He's lost in my overwhelming passions Like it's just fog That disappears It's like your voice comes from a distance It's like you're in another dimension I see a part of you in everything You're in my thoughts Wherever you are A bit Nobody knows Nobody hears Only I know that I loved you And maybe you know A bit It's like If your voice came from a distance It's like you are In another dimension I find a part of you in everything You're in my thoughts Wherever you are, a little Nobody knows Nobody hears Only I know Make him love you And maybe you know A bit My cry is drowned In crowded corners I find little comfort For who i am now Everything that I've been through Is lost in my passions overwhelming Like it's just fog That disappears. Below I leave the link for you to listen and enjoy Ante esta ola de pérdidas de seres queridos por la pandemia, por el hambre, las migraciones forzadas y los conflictos bélicos, queda en mi mente las palabras que no se dijeron, las caricias que murieron antes de nacer y la sonrisa que no se reflejó en la mirada de la persona que se fue. Esto me recordó una hermosa canción perteneciente a la musica turca Birsen Tezer y que quiero compartir con ustedes Todo lo que no se dice sobre el amor - Todo se dejó por la mitad Qué raro El amor y el odio están por la mitad La vida está por la mitad Una parte de mi quiere escapar Y una parte quiere perseguir Lo que deja atrás Que es limpio y puro Una parte de tu mitad Una parte de mi mitad Solo yo sé Que te amé Y quizás tú lo sepas Un poco Mi llanto es ahogado En rincones atestados Encuentro poco consuelo Por quien ahora soy Todo por lo que he pasado Está perdido en mis pasiones abrumadoras Cómo si fuera solo niebla Que desaparece Es como si tu voz viniera de la distancia Es como si estuvieras en otra dimensión Veo una parte de ti en todo Estás en mis pensamientos Dónde sea que estés Un poco Nadie sabe Nadie oye Solo yo sé que te amé Y quizás tú lo sepas Un poco Es como si Si tu voz viniera de la distancia Es como si estuvieras En otra dimensión Encuentro una parte de ti en todo Estás en mis pensamientos Donde sea que estés, un poco Nadie sabe Nadie oye Solo yo sé Que te amé Y quizás tú lo sepas Un poco Mi llanto es ahogado En rincones atestados Encuentro poco consuelo Por quien ahora soy Todo por lo que he pasado Está perdido en mis pasiones abrumadoras Cómo si fuera solo niebla Que desaparece. Aquí les dejo el link disfrútenlo  Birsen Tezer - Aşk Üzerine Söylenmemiş Her Şey