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Tropical Necklace Spring -crochet&beads


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.

take care,


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What a child needs

Hello friends,

Today is about something really important:

-Children and their needs.

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.

I am hoping and counting we are all doing that!

Take care,


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Crochet Red rose

Hello you,

If there is anything I like to crochet the most, I would say:


I love them, I do think the pins are an excellent idea to compliment an outfit so well.

I do them in different kinds of yarn and textures. There is a post I made about 2 years ago in my Brazilian blog Bastidores do Glaser Crafts as soon as I learned how to make those, and I kind of tried to teach step by step how to make a crochet Rose brooch. If you would like me to I can make another one in English.

  • How about you? What do you like to crochet best?

This picture is here to wish a nice weekend!

Sorry I really got to go!

Take care,


A bit of myself · Brazil · Brazilian Carnival · family · life style · love · Personal matters · Samba

Carnival: Brazilian Body and Soul

Hello there,

This is about Carnaval, remember that’s how we call it in Brazil, and since in this post I intend to speak up and say how I feel about it, that’s how I am going to address it: -Carnaval.

I beg your pardon for this is not a pretty post. I hold this opinion within my very soul. Let me tell you a bit more about myself, than about my own country, but most of all you also have to know I do love Brazil.

After that you will be entitled to your own opinion, which I will respect. In fact, I promise to publish every single one of them as long as I do not find it offensive.

I am what is to be called in Brazil “mulata”, you may know those people who are African-descendant, half black half white. Light skinned. A proud one I must say so. Coming from a middle-class family, I had access to reasonably good schools, homing, education, and an honorable life style.

My father was a classic musician, never liked samba pretty much,  preferring instead “MPB” (Brazilian Popular Music), jazz, rhythm and blues, the Good Oldies and so on.

My Mom was brought up in a Catholic boarding school and rarely expressed her feelings through music.

So my feet got to learn Samba when I was already a teenager. I had never been encouraged by my parents, but can’t say they opposed to it either.

People usually get to dance it in circles in family gatherings on weekends; we basically watch and learn and practice does make perfect.

By my 19 I did it really well! I loved dancing with friends at night, or afternoon clubs, had never been in any kind of “trouble”, never drunk alchool, tried drug, or even had connections with people who did so. I had my own job, and was able to afford my own University fees. Therefore my parents allowed me to continue going to those places. My friends and I just loved dancing, that  was all.

I was also naive enough to support Samba schools, participating in all the preparations that preceded the big party of Carnaval itself.

Never realized the major efforts people did to collect funds for the Parade, never knew back then that most money involved in the Carnaval Parade comes from money laundering, but before the board of the Samba school asks for this humiliating “support”, many of the participants get to donate even the little money they would have used to buy more household food!

Having studied Culture as a different subject for three years as part of my Tourism Graduation Course I really changed my mind.

It was then that I learned that for many people going to the Sambodromo even for one day, made them feel as if they left the  status of being poor and got  to be queens and kings, during this spectacle. People say that Carnaval is the moment the world turns its eyes to the poor, in admiration, wishing for a moment they were in their shoes.

They are it.

For a fraction of time the world belongs to them. The only day they are covered with sparkling costumes, dancing and moving frantically, seducing, showing off, freely at the sound of live music produced by themselves.

It hypnotizes people, and unfortunately in many circumstances is what makes  them carry on their miserable lives day-after-day…for the year to come.

Another dark side of Carnaval to me is that as the years pass by it has proven to be more of a reason for people to “misbehave”, going over their limits, getting killed in stupid massive accidents, dressing nothing, disclosing their own bodies publicly -which should be their temples-bringing my people to a place close to disgrace.

I will never forget once in Holland, and not by myself, walking downtown Rotterdam I had been checked down by a man. The way he looked at me made me sick to my stomach. After walking for a block or so I saw the reason for that look: There was a huge poster of a “mulata” dressed in Carnaval let’s say “attire” hanging at a newsstand.

To say the least this is the image people outside Brazil have of people inside Brazil. And may I dare say it is as sad as it may seem.

Pitifully it hasn’t changed over the decades.

I wish we could only go out and play during Carnaval, having fun for a few days, I wish the media paid more attention to the fun part of it. Helped us more in trying to become a better and more equal, respectful country.

It hurts deeper than the skin, reaches our souls, goes beyond it.

As sad as it  may seem.


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Party at AGA- Art Gallery of Alberta


I have been away lately, for personal reasons, yesterday it was my little daughter’s birthday party, considering I had to do most of the preparations myself, the hardest part was finding a middle term between the Canadian intimate party style and the Brazilian outgoing extravagant  full of people, food and decoration.

For when she turned 2 -4 years ago- in Brazil we had approximately a  600 balloons some “sort of styrofoam sculptures” I learned how to do from a couple of party magazines, I hand painted them and so on. People tend to stay the whole day at a party down there, we must organize lots of food, activities and so on.

So once here we restrained our “routine” I cooked a little and made some, ‘cocada‘ and ‘brigadeiro‘, traditional party candies in Brazil. Apart from that the traditional veggies and snacks, oh yeah, and some hot dogs too.

Anyway,  my husband found out and we loved the idea of celebrating it at the Art Gallery of Alberta, which by the way was Great! They have undergone a renovation and recently re-opened. You can rent studios for parties and events. Our common secret inner thought was “-If  by any means people don’t show up she is still going to have lots of fun!”

They have a real nice program with activities that include a tour around the gallery, after they go back to the studio and create their own art. Staff is great, attentions and funny!

Every one showed up, most parents got to stay, people were kind to us, and seamed to be having a nice time!

She definitely is the luckiest girl!

This morning my house is a mess, I feel tired, but relieved.

You know what, when you take an only child away from her family and friends, and set for a one year trip, it is just like throwing them into a Typhoon. You just don’t know what will come out of that water turmoil.

She really made a lot of nice friends, here ever since we arrived in September.

Thank you Canada, for being good to her, to us! I will never ever forget it!

As for this afternoon we will go to the Winter Festival at William Hawrelak Park, and tomorrow is the Family Day!

I know back in Brazil it is Carnival, boy am I glad to be up here in the peace and quiet!

Take care, have a nice Holiday tomorrow!


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Oh Carnival, Samba, Brazil!

Hi there,

I don’t know how much the non-Brazilians know about Carnival, which we call Carnaval in Portuguese (by the way we do not speak Spanish in Brazil, both languages are just similar) this is something pretty interesting I really would like to take a few days to write about.

It has its roots based on religion, Catholic to be more specific, basically all you have to do is to see when Easter will be, count 6 weeks before there you have Carnival. It is always on a Tuesday, but what happens is that we make it a long weekend, not only that, the Wednesday is a holiday too -I mean up until its midday, so on the account of that it is not hard to see people not working on Saturday or taking Friday seriously, when we talk about Carnival in Brazil, think BIG!

What do people do with all this spare time?

Most of us go celebrating, the dance clubs have Carnival sessions say 2 a day. One is the matinée for the kids, who will be taken by the adults, who dance with them and have a good time too. The second one is in the evening, this is a real adult party which I rarely recommend for people unless they get themselves ready for everything…

There are people -mostly kids in small towns, who go out play and dance on the streets too, it is fun.

Since Brazil is a huge country its states have different ways to celebrate it, if you go up the North in Bahia, what you will have is basically people dancing on the streets, at the LOUD sound of gigantic trucks and singers dressed in almost nothing.

Down to its Southeast you have Rio and São Paulo their samba schools are really nice once you go see them at the Sambódromo (where parades take place)!

Lavish, expensive, luxurious, glamorous these are a few words you may use to describe it. I myself have been to Rio twice for Carnaval the first I wanted the second I was taken. In São Paulo -where I come from originally- I have participated Carnaval parades, in the small town my mother lives, when I was a teenager. I liked it back then.

Well, so for the cultural facts this is it pretty much. Later on I come back with my opinion about it all, now I will take little B. to school,

and you take care,