Kids tee -pineapple crochet adventure part 2 and last

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So my dear ones,

As I move on my new job, it seems to me I have little time to dedicate to my crochet blogs, though I still save some for my crochet adventures, which include a pineapple top -for myself to wear at work, and the completion of my daughter’s pineapple crochet tee.

I am triyng to figure out a way to take a picture of my top it is nice lacy and black, since I left my mannequim back home in Brazil, I have to find out how to give you an idea of how it looks, meanwhile take a look at the last and final version of the tee.

final look on pineapple crochet tee- by Glaser Crafts

final look on pineapple crochet tee- by Glaser Crafts

crochet pineapple edging- by Glaser Crafts

crochet pineapple edging- by Glaser Crafts

I Liked this edging for its A line kind of shaping, that I secured would be formed by adding a few more chain stitches and a sort of a V in the row prior to the last one.

I made a flower to go with it and it was a wonderful opportunity for me to make some use of this cute buttom I purchased a long time long ago.

cute little happy crochet flower- by Glaser Crafts

cute little happy crochet flower- by Glaser Crafts

I hope you like it as much as I enjoyed making it, and I followed no pattern since I changed a gazzilion times to accomodate her mood changes and mine as well.

pineapple crochet kids tee with the flower- by Glaser Crafts

pineapple crochet kids tee with the flower- by Glaser Crafts

Take good care of yourselves,

Love ,

Drikka.

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Flower Power

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Hello my friends,

Well most of you know about my love for Canada and the Snow from my “odes” last year in my blog, it is still true. As I come from a hot steaming country, I do look up at snow and its beauty.

We are ever so glad to be able to extand our stay here until next year.

Now I am beginning to think that it might be time for some colors, other than white. Anyway the birds are coming back and they bring more life to what was once in a pause so to speak.

Along with the birds, at school we are working on Spring projects and people at my local mall the Londonderry Mall  across the street are starting to purchse and wear more daring colors other than black-white and brown.

Bearing that in mind I started with my Summer projects I found this pattern on line :

flower pattern found on line

flower pattern found on line

 

And did this little flower,  just added some edging  to them to make them more ruffled. After I’ll make sure to find a good use for it.

I sure made others later on, just need to take some pics.

Pink flower by Glaser Crafts

Pink flower by Glaser Crafts

Hope you like it,

 

Take care,

 

Drikka.

A bitter sweet Christmas Tale- true story

Note: If you’re a vegan, I don’t think this piece of writing is suitable for you, I’m sorry.

Our very own crochet Christmas banner at the door- decoration by Betty

Our very own crochet Christmas banner at the door

I love Christmas, guess I always will. I cry out of most Christmas songs and feel deeply touched, emotionally connected with pretty much everything that has to do with this time of the year.
When I was a little girl, my dad always ‘took care’ of the meat we ate at home, at these festivities the pork was divine.
Dad loved baking it in honor of his deceased mom. He grew up in an underprivileged environment therefore having pork once a year alone meant Christmas for him and his 7 siblings.

So, after he got married, every year around April he would go down to a local farm choose a piglet, start to “feed” (at home he would spare food for the piglet, we never got to know all that for sure -I mean I guess he did say it over and over, but then again we wouldn’t listen) and pay for it. By the end of the year that would’ve been paid in full and his to take home and bake for Christmas.

My Mom was in charge of the many desserts, granny made the Christmas cake, and some Brazilian traditional treats, she did it like no one else does, or ever will -after all she was my granny-. As for the rest of the family my uncles and aunties would bring other foods along with their presence and love.

Then Daddy died in one May that was so unfair! My elder brother and I were living away and used to go home on weekends and for holidays. That year we had a series of financial setbacks, but we managed to buy a nice huge chicken, Mom was still shaken by the fact of not having him around, granny too old and busy taking care of my grandpa in bed. So I stepped up and offered to do most of the cooking, when I thought about to the poultry: a chicken… I would have to season it to perfection to make up for not having the usual turkey, not having my Dad’s seasoning, and having no idea  what Daddy used besides love to make his food taste so like Christmas. I had to make sure my little siblings wouldn’t miss him that much. And I was left with a chicken.

One day before Christmas Eve a man knocked at our door asking for Mom. He told her that earlier that year Daddy went to his farm picked a piglet and was sending it food as usual then he stopped. Because that particular year daddy had paid in full, he never did that before, the man assumed daddy would go and fetch the pork. Much to his surprise he learned the daddy had passed away early in May, so he decided to take it himself and hand it to Mom.

Mom almost fainted, feeling sorry for both her and the pig, not knowing what to do with it, and my brothers gladly carried it into the kitchen. We never knew for sure if daddy had paid for it in full or not, it was so not like him.
Anyway, now I had to be quick, still no clue, but much more material to work with. I was deeply touched, daddy looked after us. Turned on the radio, to “fill up my tank” and cooked like crazy.

Do I have to say that luckily I found in the rear back of a cupboard a large variety of seasoning labeled with his handwriting? Do I have to say that our dog who was always beside him while cooking, was now restlessly beside me? Do I have to say that there were no mourning tears for that Christmas Day? Some relatives showed up, even one wealthy uncle, he could not resist trying what he said was: “-Some delicious turkey!”?

No, I don’t, because that very Christmas taught me we have to bury our beloved dead ones, pay them respect, share our love, and keep going. Once in a while we weep, then we keep going. That is life, with all there is to it.

…           …         …          …        …

If you ask me what our plans for this coming X’mas are, I ‘ll have to say: we don’t know yet.  Because we did not quite fit in the Brazilian communities up here, and do not have close Canadian friends, to share such a family event together, we might either spend the three of us, eating my food, again; or travel somewhere interesting and have a good time.

It takes about 2 days to go back to Brazil and the tickets for this time of the year are shamefully too expensive. Of course I miss my family which is kind of large, and my in-laws too, after 16 years together they are kind of my own family extended.
I don’t regret being here especially because my daughter is so happy, I am not sorry for us, we all know that in one way or another we will end up having what is takes for a perfect Season, that is being among the ones we love and care the most.

Thank you for passing by,

take care,

Drikka.

Coconut Candy crochet cap

Hi,

I know the name I picked for this cap may sound a bit funny for those of you who do not know the Brazilian culture, we adore coconut.

In general I mean. There are plenty of coconut trees along side our beaches and in many lucky people’s yards not necessarily on the coast side of the country. Despite the abundance of coconuts, seldom of us can go grab them… It’s not like you are born with the Tarzan and Jane skills.

We get the fruit (still green) at a local market, sometimes at coconut stands, where you get to pick one have it opened for you, take a seat drink its water with the help of a straw, and later on in case you want to eat the inside, you can always have them open it for you. It is nice, healthy and refreshing.

When the coconut is already brown on the outside and its “water” gains a different consistancy, but yet delicious taste, we crack it open it or by it already opened and we are able to make all sorts of food from rice, chicken, fish etc, to the most heavenly cakes, icing, candies… I love them all. Coconut candies may be white or brown, crunchy or just soft enough to be eaten with a spoon, make it a tablespoon the more the better.

Having that said, now you know how much I love it, I show you this little adorable creation, my Coconut Candy crochet cap as sweet to me as the candy can be.

Hope you like it,

Coconut Candy Crochet Cap

Coconut Candy Crochet Cap

Coconut Candy- Crochet cap

take good care,

Drikka.

Brazilian Soccer, and a quick Pasta recipe for supper

Dear ones

Life has moved forward, so many things have happened since I last wrote here! I’d better just mention them as follows

– my daughter `graduated`-kindergarten, that was Big, she is now going to REAL school!
-we moved into another townhouse where there are more kids for her to play with-and fight with too- she is much happier this way, and the TV is seldom on.
-I quit that job, kept a few friends in there, still visit them, but I quit.
-we have been to Vancouver, through the Rocky Mountains, now that was big for me, I’ve always wanted to see them!- promise future pictures on them.
-We are going to stay here longer than we had originally planned, now we’ll stay until June 2013, my dear husband was granted another post-doctoral in Education now, we are both thrilled! I wish we could skip the 2014 World Cup -which will take place in my city too, and it will be so much more complicated to be living in.
-My dear soccer team won yesterday the most important championships in Latin America Copa Libertadores title without losing any match! Congratulations my dear CORINTHIANS.  – soccer in Brazil  is still taken seriously, out of 4 greater teams competing in Sao Paulo mine was the only one which had never won that title before, that caused the biggest soccer moking jokes in Brazilian history! We are even now, I feel glad and relieved.

On with the recipe:

Baked Pasta:

500 ml tomato sauce

500 ml white sauce

250 grs ground beef

500 grs pasta -(the small type  just like those used for macaroni cheese

200 grs Parmesan grated cheese

50 grs Parmesan grated cheese

1 small  thinly sliced onion

2 cloves of garlic chopped into

4 spoons of olive oil

Optionals:

celery salt, and black pepper to your taste

1 bay leaf

chives and parsley  and basil.

Directions:

1. Boil the pasta with a little salt and 1 spoon of the olive oil,

2. While your pasta is boiling, stir fry the onion in the olive oil use medium heat, as the onion gets transparent toss the garlic stir and add the ground beef, in case you are using bay leave add it now, together with salt and pepper.

3. Add the tomato sauce stir, turn off the heat, let it rest.

4. Meanwhile watch your pasta  it must be `al dente` -not too soft,  resistant to your touch. Drain it and reserve.

5. In a bowl mix the 200 grs Parmesan cheese to the white sauce, Slowly pour thebolognese  sauce -you just made it tomato+ground beef, take the bay leaf off, add the rest of the optional seasonings.

6. Mix it really well, take your drained pasta and lay it in a baking pan, I like the glass ones just for the visual effect.

7. Cover with the 50 grs Parmesan cheese . Oven pre-heated at 180 C or 350 F. For 20 minutes or until the top is brownish.

Help yourself!

Drikka.

Versatile Blogger Award

My dear ones,

I hope every one is doing all right. We have been through a lot lately, I know it shouldn’t have

affected my blogging, but it has.

I apologize.

My heart is full of joy as I come to you today to thank Rebecca who has this delightful and versatile

blog Home, Heart and Hook  for having nominated this blog Glasercrafts&Tips , thank you for your

visits to my blog, and taking the time to mention it as a versatile one.

Seven things about me…

1) I am really proud of my country -Brazil, and from the bottom of my heart I do believe it will be a better place in the future.

2) I love Japanese and Italian food

3) Learned English in the 80’s because I loved Menudo and wanted to know what they said in their songs

4) Dream of going to Australia one day.

5) Want to learn how to sew.

6) Love to stay up late and catch up on the news.

7) Like Iguazu Falls in Parana (South of Brazil) better than Christ the Redeemer in Rio(Southeast of Brazil), go there if you ever get the chance the beaches are nice too!

The rules of receiving the Versatile Blogger Award are as follows…

Nominees must: Tell seven things about themselves, pass the award on to 15 other blogs and thank the person who nominated them for the award. Also no one is obligated to take the award, so don’t feel you have to accept it.

I am proud to announce my nominations in no particular order

Creative Pixie

G-ma Ellen’s Crochet Corner

Oregon College of Art Library

Domestic Diva

Sleep Walking

Black Dhalia

Kim’s Knots

Sincerely Sara

Yamma’s Crafts

Jewels Designs Creative Corner

Sew Stitchtastic

de puntos Y puntadas

 The stitch sharer 

Haiti Crochet Project

Bits and Bob’s Crafts

There you go! You do deserve it!

Take good care,

Drikka.

Song for late Daddy- Monalisa by Nat King Cole

Daddy was mine for such a short time, I could only call him Daddy for a bit over 19 years. He died young, not even 50.
Left way too many friends, I don’t know how he managed being kind and remarkable to so many people, but himself.
He was generous, never too strict, easily manageable this my sister and I both knew.
Left us too soon, such a long time ago, 23 years last Monday! -May 14th.
Left us plenty of memories, funny, nice, sour and bitter, pick one.
Though he never ever spent one night away from us, never for a second said he didn’t love us even when we were being naughty, I mean there were 4 of us, you know what I mean. Never disrespected my Mom, always awed her so, that’s how I feel his kind of love for her was. Veneration, adoration, a bit annoying at times…
Good, easy talker, good avid learner, poor background, fought for life. Started working at 14 in night clubs, playing some instrument. -Initially the trump then double bass, 11 known siblings to help and support.

As I said he loved jazz, and the good oldies. So here it is to him, and all of us who love good songs, sung by good singers!
Daddy I love you RIP.

 


Monalisa by Nat King Cole

Happy day everyone,

Drikka.