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.
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.
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.
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 :
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.
Note: If you’re a vegan, I don’t think this piece of writing is suitable for you, I’m sorry.
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.
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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.
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.
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:
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
celery salt, and black pepper to your taste
1 bay leaf
chives and parsley and basil.
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.
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!
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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.
Thank you for stopping by, I hope you are doing great!
My days are becoming really short recently, I do have to get myself more organized in order to write, create, execute, work, be a mom, a wife and read… no wonder my days are getting so short…
I have surely created some pieces but haven’t taken pictures yet, this one here really got me into the idea that I come from a tropical country, I have an African background and therefore I would like to start making some sort of more colored or at least “earthly” colored crafts. Here is what I came up with recently. This necklace will be called Mama Africa, is more of a lariat than a proper necklace, and I still need to do the right *crochet flower for it -*read the one I like best.
Guess I got to go to work now… Hope to find you back here soon.
It was not until I was 32 years that I seriously started feeling like being a Mom. It could be because I had been a teacher for such a long time then, such a dedicated one that I considered my pupils kind of my own kids and managed to postpone this decision ’till then.
I had already been married for almost 7 years then, we were great together. We have a dog, and the fact that he was so super lovely to us, that dragged me into actually start to I wonder how it would be if I had a kid that would be able to hug me as only a child can do and call me Mom…
Years have gone since then, I have my little one now, she is 6 and my dog is 10. They are great! I love them wholeheartedly. After I became a mother I won’t say that my life has changed, it is too little, I feel like another person. A whole new person, a much better now – I guess.
I love the woman I became after she was born.
When I arrived here in Canada I did not expect that for the first time in my life I would be in close contact with kids who live in foster homes. You know I am from Brazil, my parents-in-law both run an orphanage there called, Lar Escola Caibar Schutel, I have been there several times, but it is Brazil and we more and less have tolerance to it. Down there the wealth is so unevenly distributed that people may be really rich, or extremely poor. Sometimes poor kids do go to foster homes, better than staying home and being abused in so many ways by the adults.
I would expect reality here to be way different. But people are people everywhere and as sad as it may seem kids may be abused anywhere.
Then I met these wonderful little ones, two of them are in my daughter’s class, and 2 others are in the class next door. Every day when I pick her at school they rush to me, and because of my Brazilian and motherly nature I hug people a lot! At first I tried to keep a distant, than I asked the nice care givers:
–Is it Ok if I hug them too?
Immediately the answer was that it was more than OK! Now-a-days I get to hug them, and my little one too, sometimes we make it a “group hug”, as they say it.
Kids need a hug.
That’s what children need, lots of hugs, and some attention. It seems easy, but it makes their days! And mine too, in a sense. Some days I long to see those pretty little faces running to me as the say “-Hi!” They hug me straight to my waistline and hold on fast! As I hug them back in a way they feel they are loved.
Kids need love.
Sometimes they say they want to go home with me and get to stay forever, I answer I myself won’t live here forever…
Kids need to feel safe.
As I get to know them better, and see how much they get all these things at their foster homes, and others don’t from their own parents and it breaks my heart to say. I see many of them are better off there!
Kids need respect.
That’s what they need. Someone to make sure they are well taken care of.