Ново ! Nové!/Ключодържатели

 
Здравейте, представям ви новите модели ключодържатели Dijipletivo.

Dobrý den, představuju vám nový modely klíčenky.

На път с плетиво

На път с плетиво ... до град Либерец ,Чехия .

Fotografování jaro / Фотосесия Пролет 2024

Ключодържател / Klíčenka 

за Великденските  празници можете да подарите аксесоар от Dijipletivo.

k velikonočním svátkům můžete darovat doplněk od společnosti Dijipletivo.

for the Easter holidays you can give an accessory from Dijipletivo.

                                     БРОШКА

                                        BROŽ 

   

 Обичам да експериментирам ,не само докато създавам ръчно плетените бижута , но и докато правя снимките .

Съчетаването на цветовете на прежди и дрехи понякога става напълно интуитивно.

Кои са вашите любими цветове ?

Споделете с мен , Diana Angelova Diji.

Ráda experimentuji , a to nejen při tvorbě ručně pletených šperků, ale i při jejich fotografování.

Sladění barev příze a oblečení se někdy stává zcela intuitivním.

Jaké jsou vaše oblíbené barvy ?

Dejte mi vědět , Diana Angelova Diji.

Снимки / fotky : Jan Pavek 

instagram : pavek_jan_photography

КЛЮЧОДЪРЖАТЕЛ

KLÍČENKA 

КОМПЛЕКТ БИЖУТА 

обеци , гердан , брошка 

Обеци в бяло и лилаво 

 

Нови модели бижута / Nové modely šperků 2024 /

 

Клуб Dijiart представя писателя Питър Ортутай / Club Dijiart presents the writer Peter Ortutay

 Здравейте , 

представям ви писателя  Питър Ортутай , който с разказите си задава много въпроси и дава много отговори.Неговия стил на писане много ми допада .Ето един от  разказите , които много ме докосна. Защо , сами ще разберете, след като го прочетете .

Hello , 

I would like to introduce to you a writer Peter Ortutay , who with his stories asks a lot of questions and gives a lot of answers.I like his writing style very much .Here is one of the stories that touched me very much. Why , you will find out after reading it yourself .

Old Guys on Motor Bikes

 

At the time these things happened, I was slightly embittered by circumstances which I deemed simply a series of repeated failures. There was uncertainty in the atmosphere all over and around me. At least it seemed to. I felt lost in the maze of events, for I had absolutely no idea what to do further on in the future. By future I meant that little time that might have been portioned out for me by heavenly forces to spend in this world of shadows. Because, as she, the headmistress said with a pious smile on her face of a zealous believer (oh, the hypocrite!), she did not have the intention to prolong my job contract at the school. Oh no, by no means no, how could I think about such a nasty thing as just being sacked by her on purpose for neglecting my duties. No, no. But why don’t I retire instead? It’s time, high time. You see, she said, you had been working very hard and for very long years as a pedagogue, which is not simply a profession but a vocation, a calling, and she had the inkling I had got a bit tired during the years. No enthusiasm in me or anything. And besides I was paid a pretty high (high?, my foot) salary here as a veteran teacher, a salary that she could easily split at least between two novices, who would be, I would agree, more handsome and good-looking, much more energetic and enthusiastic, and besides just think about, will I, the economy she could have this way. There would be no need at all to cut the bonuses she received so far from our Good Fathers of the school. Well, she did not, like me and all the other teacher colleagues as well, work for money either, but on the other hand, money is money you know .... And what is still more important young teachers are by far more obedient than the old dogs who are not ready to learn the new tricks she wanted them to master. See what she means? So, I’d rather understand her point and see the light of the day. It is not as difficult as that if one is smart enough (I was not, was I?) to understand. After all life is not all honey and cakes, or lollypop, is it? But, on the other hand she had some good news for me as well. I could participate for the last time, if I wished, in a low-cost travel to Mariazell, which is a very nice place quite close to here, in the neighboring Austria. Officially it should be a pilgrimage on part of the Catholic school she was the head of, and cost almost nothing. Our Good Fathers were going to pay the travelling costs and also part of the accommodation. Not the food and the beer of course. But Janosh, her assistant, would take some very good Eger wine with him from his own cellars and perhaps some bracer as well. It would be fun, sure.  No need to worry.

I said thanks, and told my Christian boss, my sister in Christ that it was O.K., and I would go with pleasure with them to take part in the pilgrimage. And I also told her that, well, I knew (and asked her to excuse me) that I had passed sixty–two, and this way I was also a sinner as everybody else since Adam and Eve, sinned a lot against people and God, so it would do me no harm at all if I decided to repent. Why not to listen to a sermon, to make a confession and to participate in a Holy Communion in that most famous Cathedral of Mariazell, and say thanks to God for having allowed me to reach an age to retire. Besides the trip, well, the pilgrimage, really promised to be fun. Good weather, good company, good people, and of course one was unable not to yield the temptations either the journey in a convenient bus promised to have in store, then the wine directly from the producer, pick–me–up, and Austrian beer. What can be better than that? There is no use meditating about future and panicking.

Well, what else can I say? The trip was pleasant indeed. On our way to Mariazell we managed to see some of the places of interest and a couple of pubs in the town of Sopron, had a good swim in Lake Balaton, stopped for a while in Vienna, walked in Kaertner Strasse, ate, drank to our heart’s content, and felt good. In Mariazell itself, however, we faced a little problem, and some of the ‘pilgrims’ even grumbled about it. It happened that our Good Fathers also wanted to economize a little, and accommodation, as it were, was not precisely up to the mark. You know even bed and breakfast in most of the countries in Europe is not cheap at all, and so was it in this small Austrian town, too, frequented by tourists and pilgrims. We had to be satisfied with sleeping in a hostel where luxury was an unknown notion. There were just one rest–room and a sort of cabin for washing in the end of the corridor, and often one had to queue up to wash his hands. But did it matter? After all we arrived at Mariazell not to bathe in tubs filled with hot water and foam, but to pray. Jesus Christ also suffered. So why couldn’t we for at least a couple of days? Sure we could. No bathroom and conveniences? And eight beds in a room in a barrack? Who cares about such trifles?

So purified in soul (if not quite in body) after having done our duties expected by God and the Good Fathers, we packed our belongings, and after some queueing up in the end of the corridor cleaned our teeth and washed our hands in the rest–room, and were ready to make as a tree and leaf (leave). But obviously our prayers lacked sincerity or some other deep feelings, and were not listened to by the Lord very attentively, for there was yet another ordeal waiting for us. Just before setting off the bus driver declared there was a minor problem. What is it? – asked the head–mistress with her habitual sweet smile of a Saint. No air in the system, said the driver. In other words, it broke down. A mechanic was needed, and quickly. That’s no joke. It would cost us an arm and a leg, and half a day at least. So let the people go for a little additional walk, a constitutional if you please, in this pretty little town of a fairy tale, and take a look at things they had no time to look at but which were worth looking at. Or let them have an ice–cream or two, or a beer, or a sip of brandy, or whatever they prefer, and if they had spent all their Forints changed into Austrian Euros up to now, then they may drink cold water from the well in the center of the town surrounded by statues of those lovely little angels. We would meet at 6 p.m. here, outside the hostel. Hopefully the repairs would have been over by that time, and there would be air in the system again. So accepting all these clever pieces of advice from the boss some friends and me too were strolling in the pretty little town, and as – due to June and the heatwave ––we grew rather thirsty during this cultural activity of ours had a pint, then another or perhaps more because it was impossible to resist the temptation offered by good, cold and foaming beer of the town of Mariazell. After all, the town was famous not only because of its Cathedral but for its beer, too. We would have sinned if we had missed it.God forbid. But after this rather liberal libation I felt I must sit down on a bench in the central square and maybe doze off a little. But if I start thinking about it more thoroughly, then the ‘maybe’ should be replaced by ‘for sure’. Because, as far as I can remember, when all of a sudden I heard some very loud booming and rattling, I had to open a pair of very heavy eyelids of mine. Oh no, I thought in despair, I don’t need that at all. Another ordeal! Oh Lord, what do you punish me for? Why don’t you let tipsy people doze a little in this allegedly always sleepy and quiet little fairy town that respects and loves you so dearly?

Well, after having opened my eyes wide it was not difficult to discover the reason of this much booming and rattling. A gang of motor–cyclists, about ten or twelve people on terrifically expensive and fast travelling Yamaha motor–bikes, the types police also usually have, arrived at the central square and were ready to park down. I am far from being an expert in the field of motor–bikes, but surely they were not some cheap jalopies at all. Despite the mud and dust covering most parts of the machines, everything was glistening and glittering, and also the noise that they made was perhaps music to an expert ear of a professional. One could have bought at least a smaller family house with a garden here in this country for the price one of them cost. But to make a long story short, there it goes. Who do you think the motor cyclists were? Well, just a boy and his girl, the little precious pussy cat on duty on the rear saddle I thought, embracing the boy’s hip from behind as suitable. Both of them clad in very expensive leather jackets and pants, with safety helmets, price also equaling a king’s fortune. Some of the girls were waving long fair hair as handkerchiefs from under the helmet.

Well, the gang stopped the motors (as a result no more booming and rattling), propped up the bikes, got off from the saddle at first the boy, then the lass. Then both of them took off the helmets, at first the boy, then the lass. I looked at them and could not believe my eyes. No doubt and problem, they seemed to belong to each other, for long years already. But what amazed me was that the guys (of both sexes) so described did not look at all young or even youngish. How funny, I thought, because at this age, between 65 and 70, or even sooner, ‘smart’ people get bored with each other and often look for a younger substitute and change partners, and one of them is, as a rule, much younger in this absolutely perfect civilization. But here ‘the boy and the lass’ formed an elderly couple who like birds of a feather – there were certain unmistakable signs to show – stuck together till doomsday comes. Exhausted by long rides they looked, but smiling and laughing at each other, joking and teasing the others merrily as college boys and girls do. And they were also talking, loudly talking. In German it sounded to me. They were talking about things concerning this beautiful, beautiful life. It was beautiful indeed for them, because they had the opportunity to rediscover it with their own eyes, on their own very expensive motor bikes, and with a partner at that, the woman or the man who they never got tired of loving. Moreover, who they still always loved, the same as, or may be in a slightly different way than, some thirty or forty years ago, when they were still absolutely young and avid, and perhaps silly. Because now, lo and behold, they became serious grown–ups with some grey in the hair, or dyed blonde hair (for looks also matters, the ladies seemed to say), got older of course, were retired, and it is the state of being retired that makes it exactly the very it. Now they had the time, plenty of time, and thank God also the means, to enjoy life, and mind their own business at last. All they needed was a motor bike the saddle of which they could jump in as in a horse’s, and then the whole world started opening before their eyes to marvel fully at it and at all its beauties. Oh God, how good you can be to your poor little creatures!

At first, I must confess, I was almost eaten up by green envy thinking some people were treated so very nicely by fate, while others were not. Lucky you! But then a calm change slipped into my heart.  For there was, figuratively speaking, a message sent by the guys on motor bikes to me. Look, they said, you envious old cur, life has sense and meaning, can’t you see? We succeeded in finding it. Why can you not? –– the message seemed to say. You could, after all, also jump into the saddle of a motor bike like ours, and look again with due awe and reverence at all the wonders and marvels of the world if you were desirous of discovering them again. Oh, you say you cannot afford it? You just don’t have enough dough for expensive motor bikes and stuff.? What poor excuse! It doesn’t matter. You can go and travel all over the world with the help of your imagination nowadays (books, media, computers, and the very place you live), and with the love to your brethren, the most important of whom, please do not forget, are those who stand the nearest to you, your children, your parents, and your spouse of course. The latter should be, as those stupid Americans often say if not yet married, “my most significant other” … of my own self. Don’t you know it has also been written down in the Bible: she left her parents and followed him. Never mind if it is vice versa: he followed her. Or can you forget that you loved her (him) so much at a time, and you still owe love to her (him). You promised it, nae, you made an oath, either at an altar or the registrar, or both to stick together like birds of a feather in good and evil until death separates you, did you not?. The world and life are always beautiful and full of sense if there is love in your heart and soul. Never mind that you had retired. It just makes life the more interesting. Actually it (life) has only now been started. So go on and start living, you fearful Jesuit. No one can do it for you, just you.

That was the message the antennae of my soul, heart and brain (in this order of importance) received from the old guys on motorbikes in Mariazell. No way to forget, is there?

 

Klavírní hudba v Bajer / Музика от пиано в Bajer

Има едно вълшебно място , където човек се потапя в безвремието .Там можеш да седиш с часове и да се наслаждаваш на обстановката , понякога можеш и да послуша музика от пианото .

Момичето обичаше да  идва на това място .То  беше дизайнер на ръчно плетени бижута и аксесоари Dijipletivo.

Един ден отново посети това място .Там беше и Стефан виртуозния пианист .И се случи чудо ! Чуйте и вижте ! 

 

История за началото / A story about the beginning Dijipletivo

 Fb Dijipletivo

www.dijipletivo.blogspot.com 

dijipletivo@abv.bg

dianaangelova@seznam.cz

Hello, I'm Diana Angelova Diji, 

designer of hand-knitted jewelry and accessories for everyone Dijipletivo ! 

Today I will tell you my story about the beginning of Dijipletivo, how I started making jewelry ...

Today I was at Přihrádek Zámek Pardubice, I also experimented with different make-up. It started to rain heavily and I hid under the arch at the castle entrance.

How did I start creating jewelry? Since I was little, I have loved mom's jewelry, I rummaged through her jewelry boxes, I put it on, I looked in the mirror. I learned from my grandmothers and from Aunt Rudilfina to crochet. I graduated in 1999 Technical School of Textiles and Clothing, Sofia. After that, I focused on the economy. I didn't stop knitting! I love scarves and hats, I also had long hair then. I also love tiaras. I knitted two scarves, yellow and beige, for I also made two diadems from them, and it occurred to me to make earrings as well.Ten years After I graduated from a textile technical school in Sofia, I created Dijipletivo./Didi's knitting. I made two scarves, yellow and beige, I also made diadems with them, it occurred to me to make earrings. And so It all started in 2011.

In 2022 in the Czech Republic, thanks to my friend Renata, I met Timi. Thus began the new era of Dijipletivo jewelry and accessories!

 Thank you girls!

Today I am wearing jewelry from the "Bulgaria" collection, suitable for elegant outfits, for everyday life. 

I like to experiment with different yarns. 

I wear: a ring, a hair band, which I put on my arm as a bracelet, earrings, a brooch and necklace.

 I also make key chains and pendants that you can put on your bag or bag, suitcase. .. for decoration (so you will always know where they are, because they will have a unique accessory).

Здравейте ,аз съм Диана Ангелова Diji , дизайнер на ръчно плетени бижута и аксесоари за всеки! Днес ще ви разкажа моята история за началото на Dijipletivo,как започнах да изработвам бижута ...

Днес се намиран при Přihrádek Zámek Pardubice, експериментирах и с различен грим .Започна да вали проливен дъжд и се скрих под свода към входа на замъка .

Как започнах да създавам бижута ?От малка обичам бижутата на мама , ровех в нейните кутии с бижута ,слагах ги се оглеждах в огледалото .Научих се от моите баби и от леля Рудилфина да плета на една кука .Завърших през 1999 г.Техникум по текстил и облекло ,София .След това се ориентирах към икономиката .Не спрях да плета !Много обичам шаловете и шапките , тогава също имах дълга коса .Обичам и диадемите .Изплетох два шала ,жълт и бежов , към тях направих и две диадеми , хрумна ми да изработя и обеци .Десет години след като завърших текстилен техникум в София създадох Dijipletivo./плетивото на Диди/.Направих два шала , жълт и бежов ,към тях изработих и диадеми , хрумна ми да направя и обеци.И така започна всичко ,през 2011г.

През 2022 г.в Чехия , благодарение на моята приятелка Рената, се запознах с Тимеа ( Timi ) .Така започна новата ера на бижутата и аксесоарите Dijipletivo! 

Благидаря ви ,момичета ! 

Днес съм с бижута от новата колекция "България " , подходящи да за елегантни тоалети , за ежедневието .

Обичам да експериментирам с различни прежди .

На себе си нося : пръстен , ластик за коса ,който съм сложила на ръката като гривна , обеци , брошка и гердан .

Изработвам също ключодържатели и висулки за чанти, куфари , сакове ...

Ahoj, jsem Diana Angelova Diji, 

návrhářka ručně pletených šperků a doplňků pro každého! Dnes vám povím svůj příběh o začátku Dijipletiva, jak jsem začal vyrábět šperky ...

Dnes jsem byla na Přihrádku Zámek Pardubice, také jsem experimentovala s různými make-upy.Začalo hustě pršet a já se schovala pod klenbou u vchodu do zámku.

Jak jsem začalа vytvářet šperky? Od mala jsem milovala maminčiny šperky, prohrabávala jsem se její šperkovnice, oblékla jsem si je, podívala se do zrcadla. Učilа jsem se od svých babiček a od tety Rudilfiny k háčkování. Absolvovalа jsem v roce 1999. Technická škola textilní a oděvní, Sofie. Poté jsem se zaměřila na ekonomiku. Nepřestala jsem plést! Miluji šály a čepice, měla jsem tehdy i dlouhé vlasy. Také miluji čelenky. Pletla jsem dva šátky, žlutý a béžový, protože jsem z nich vyrobila i dve čelenky a napadlo mě vyrobit i náušnice.Deset let poté, co jsem absolvovala textilní technickou školu v Sofii, jsem vytvořila Dijipletivo./Di's Knitting. Udělala jsem dva šátky, žluté a béžové, taky jsem s nimi dělala diadémy, napadlo mě vyrobit náušnice. A tak to všechno začalo v roce 2011.

Dnes mám na sobě šperky z nové kolekce "Bulgaria", vhodné k elegantním outfitům, pro každodenní život. 

Ráda experimentuji s různými přízemi. 

Nosím: prsten, gumičku do vlasů, kterou si dám na ruku jako náramek, náušnice, brož a náhrdelník.

Vyrábím i klíčenky a přívěsky, které si můžete dát na tašku nebo tašku, kufr. .. na ozdobu (takže budete vždy vědět, kde jsou, protože budou mít jedinečný doplněk).

Frivolity with jewelry / Фриволност с бижутата

 

In this video I express my joy ... of what,  you will understand when you watch the video.

Във това видео изразявам моята радост ...от какво, ще разберете, когато изгледате видеото.

V tomto videu vyjadřuji svou radost ... z toho, co pochopíte, když se na video podíváte.

В това  видео представям комплект бижута и аксесоари в оранжево .Мястото е гр.Хрудим , Чехия. Лято е !Слънчево ...Ние , жените , слагаме една рокля 👗 , колан , обувки , аксесоар и готово ! Можете  да имате различна визия всеки ден с бижутата Dijipletivo ! 

In this video I present a set of jewelry and accessories in orange. The place is Hrudim, Czech Republic. It's summer! Sunny...We, the women, put on a dress 👗, a belt, shoes, an accessory and that's it! You can have a different look every day with Dijipletivo jewelry!

V tomto videu představuji sadu šperků a doplňků v oranžové barvě Chrudim, Česká republika. Je léto! Sluníčko...My, ženy, oblékneme šaty 👗, pásek, boty, doplněk a je to! Se šperky Dijipletivo můžete mít každý den jiný vzhled!

Summer / Léto / Лято 2023

 With Dijipletivo jewelry and accessories you can also be on the beach. I suggest you watch my new video I made in Mělice, ČR

Se šperky a doplňky Dijipletivo můžete být i na pláži Doporučuji se podívat na mé nové video, které jsem natočil v Mělice ČR.Se šperky a doplňky Dijipletivo můžete být i na pláži Doporučuji se podívat na mé nové video, které jsem natočil v Měsíce, ČR.

🛟📷👠🍓💄💋👓🎩

С бижутата и аксесоаритe Dijipletivo можете да бъдете и на плажа .Предлагам ви да изгледате новото ми видео , което направих на Mělice , ČR 

I love you ,dear! 

I dedicate this post to the "Red Rose" 🌹

Sada šperků Mak / Комплект бижута Мак

Dobrý den!

 Představuji vám krásný set v červené ... Mak :

 náušnice

 prsten

  náhrdelník

  brož

  gumička do vlasů (lze nosit i jako náramek)

 klíčenka - přívěsek na tašku.

 Přijímám objednávky na šperky a doplňky všeho druhu pro Vaše krásné příležitosti i pro každodenní život!

 Diana Angelová Diji

Novinka ! Set v červené barvě Mák! 

Můžete mi objednat ! Přijímám objednávky na individuálních zakázky!

Mrknete na blogu , má hodně zajímavé fotky ! To jsem si užila skvělé odpoledne u Bajeru a Machoňova pasáž! 

Krásní a magický den , Diana Angelova Diji

! 
 Здравейте, 

представям ви красив комплект в червено ... Мак :

обеци 

пръстен  

 гердан 

 брошка 

 ластик за коса ( може да се носи и като гривна ) 

ключодържател -висулка за чанта .

Приемам поръчки за бижута и аксесоари,най-различни ,за вашите красиви поводи и за ежедневието !

 Приемам поръчки за индивидуални поръчки!

 Разгледайте блога, има много интересни снимки! Наслаждавах се на страхотен следобед в Bajer и Machoň's Passage!

 Красив и вълшебен ден, Диана Ангелова Diji! 

Диана Ангелова Diji

Mint Market bazar na zamek Pardubice / Mint Market базар на замък Пардубице

https://youtu.be/9nh5Rwegq8M

Линк към видеото с участието ми на събитието .

Odkaz na video s mou účastí na akci.

Dijipletivo Diana Angelova Diji

 10.06.2023, 10 - 17 hodin Dijipletivo Diana Angelova Diji se zúčastní Mimt Market v Pardubicích !

Ahoj ,

Vážení přátelé, vítejte v nádherných pokojích, zúčastním se šperky a doplňky pardubického zámku.

10.06.2023 , 10 - 17 часа Dijipletivo Diana Angelova Diji ще участва в Mimt Market , Pardubice !

Здравейте ,

мили преятели , заповядайте на прекрасно събите !Ще участвам с бижута и аксесоари на замък Пардубице.