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Easter bunny is here, I mean it!

Hello my friends!

Starting with the Valentine’s day in the middle of February we go on with our lovely projects into the so expected and already mentioned Spring.

Let just say Spring is in the air, last year I thought the Easter bunny had come by night to visit us, the paw prints have proven to be of a cat in reality, well this year I saw the bunny, sneaked behind the curtains and Voila! No one can think it is a mistake, here is the pic for you.

Up above there him is a bird house, and because these birds (sparrows) did not migrate, we kept on feeding them, so all through the Winter they had a place to come,

sparrows in Glaser Crafts
sparrows in Glaser Crafts backyard

so did their friend the bunny. This made my daughter really happy, she knew now the Easter bunny had been well fed, so he would like to come for Easter and make sure she was glad too!

bunny in GlaserCrafts
bunny in GlaserCrafts- backyard

So I thought you would like to see,

Take care,

Drikka

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Getting ready for Christmas

Hello you,

Following up one of my posts I would like to start wishing you Merry Christmas. Start getting ready for Christmas, is it here at our doors! I am so very happy, for this year I really won a few of my internal battles, and feel ready to knock down a few others!

So I would like to share with you a nice song, that is constantly coming to my mind And that is quite how I feel too!

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Crochet Christmas Banner

Hello again,

Just for fun my little Betty and I are making these crochet Christmas decoration, I am in charge of the crochet, and she takes care of the decoration, she is so proud she asked me to blog it, when I showed her I already did, in my past post, she said:

Mom, post it properly, and please do mentioned I got to pick the “decoration”, here you go properly posted!

Crochet X'mas banner
Crochet X’mas banner
Crochet X'mas banner
closer look- Crochet X’mas banner

Maybe you you like to see some more pictures, this time of the snow I took them around my house and on the way to pick her at school, click on the pics to enlarge them. Such a pitty we do not have snow in Brazil…

snow in Edmonton- Alberta
snow in Edmonton- Albertasnow in Edmonton- Alberta
birds eating in my back yard Edomont-AB
birds eating in my backyard- Edmonton AB

So take care,

Drikka.

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We all have dark hair! -even though she is blond…

I love kids so much, that I have the feeling they know it ’cause mostly everywhere I go they end up gathering around me, and engage into a never ending conversation.
We all know I would volunteer at my daughter’s new school too. It took me a few weeks to do so, but I eventually did.

Thanks to the fact that the teacher understood my will to do something, and add  it to her urge to have help with the kids. I now have a place to go every week at least twice a week, and work with them.

Some times we do some Science Projects which mainly involves painting- hooray colors!
In other situations I help out alphabetizing some of the kids who were not exposed as much to the world of words, and therefore do not know much about them -yet.
It took me a little bit more than 4 visits to get more familiar with them, now I always get tons of hugs, delicious ones!
What made me so happy today was this small moment, a particular event when the following took place:

As that group composed of 3 girls came in, one of them looked at me, as she usually does and kindly said:
-Hey look we all have dark hair!

I was caught by surprise I confess, remember I am mulata? She on the other hand is blond, green eyed, we have absolutely nothing in common.

“Do you mean I have brown hair? I am supposed to you know?…- she interrupted me- ‘No I mean we all here in the room have dark hair you see?’, then she lifted hers in order to show me a thin layer of dark blond hair. Coincidently Betty was in that group, and quickly tried to explain her friend better:

“She means we all have dark hair because her hair is not as light, as the other girls’.”

The third girl in there -the fairest of them all said:

“Yeah we all have kind of dark hair!”-Fact is none of them does…except for Betty and I.

There they were, so happy about and resting  their case! I had to admit that they were right, and went on with the project, as I still had many more kids to work with.

…                                           …                                  …

I learned once again that kids see whatever they want to, because they do see things in their hearts.

It does not mean they are too naive or even stupid, and do not realize the skin color, it means that they do have the inner ability to see past that, and in the attempt to make a connection  that would validate the fact that despite the differences existing between us every thing is OK. still we like each other, we are friends.

What once was odd, segragate and strange to them, is now connected by the bridge of ‘we care about each other kind of love‘. The once different and apart is now similar, close.

She needed now to bring the abstract -love, care- into the material world so that she could materialize her feeling. What went through her mind was: Why can’t we simply like each other if we are all the same? Are we the same, she might have asked herself, yes we are. Look our hair!

That girl kind of escaped reality itself and brought from the imaginary world the only similarity she was able to find and manage.

This is something only kids can see, work and live with the fact that:

WE ARE ALL THE SAME.

take good care,

Drikka

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Early snow and a rainbow crochet hat

Hi everyone,
Yes, it is snowing, I kind of liked it, and part of me is mad at me for not having renewed my driver’s license, luckily the cold weather is above Zero -just above.

thing layer of the snow in the Fall
thin layer of the early snow in the Fall

Well in the midst of that I managed to make one more cap that I called Rainbow cozy -because of the ear flaps, and hope you like.

Gotta go to bed, it is kind of late you know!

Rainbow Cozy crochet hat
Rainbow Cozy crochet hat

Take good care,

Drikka.

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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.

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“Hey, Look at me!”

As I looked at her, all by herself against the white fence of the house opposite to mine, I thought to myself, poor little one…

It all started early that Friday, about a month ago, but I had seen it coming, it started a few days before. The way the girl was constantly hanging around, asking everyone, even my Betty, to play with her.

Yes, Betty did play with her once in a while, though given to the fact that their ages differ a bit (Maggie had turned 11 and Betty is only 6), there were few games left for them to play with.

As the days went by, summer was even nicer, warmer, brighter; all Maggie wanted was a bit of attention. Her mother was a sort of unknown character, never seen around. It was said that she had left them a few years after Maggie was born, along with a brother. Apparently she has now a step mom, some say she is her aunt. We don’t know for sure.

All I know is that, that Friday, her “mother” did it! She came by for the first time and she saw her “daughter” sulky, lonely and upset. She wondered why. Maggie promptly replied, “Everyone is being rude to me”.

Feeling uneasy for once she bluntly asked, “How rude? ” “They keep saying mean things to me,”Maggie answered. “They who?” asked the mother.

Maggie pointed at the third house next to where she was. From my upstairs window, behind the drapes, I was able to follow her with my eyes. She dashed to the house’s backyard, knocking at the glass door there was no answer. She did not have better luck at the door bell either. She turned to Maggie and said, “Come on, let’s go, I’m calling the police”.

At those words, I went after her to try to understand what was going on. “Hi, can I help you?” She simply looked at me, turned around and left, cell phone on her right ear.

I called Maggie. “Hey, what is going on?” She was afraid,”Nothing,” and ran home as fast as she could.

Betty and her friend Lisa were playing in the basement. I said, “Lisa, fetch your mom, I want to talk to her.” But she had gone to the mall. Her brother was supposed to baby sit her. “Ok, so you stay here. Maggie’s mom called the police and I don’t want little girls around when they come.”

… … …

It turned out she didn’t call the police, but the afternoon was covered with failed attempts of mothers trying to talk to each other. Other neighbors were getting involved when the truth started to come out. Maggie had been left aside for having done things such as:

-bringing her dog to frighten the small kids;

-spitting and peeing in people’s backyard at daylight;

-using kids’ toys without permission, and running away not to give the toys back;

-having a dirty loud mouth.

Maggie is a good-looking slender, blond, blue-eyed pre-teen. She is also such a tom boy, parents don’t want their kids to have anything to do with her.

On the other hand, she was the only one who didn’t laugh at Betty when she accidently fell into the pool, and ran back home crying out of humiliation. Betty remained home for the rest of the day, being Maggie the only one she allowed near her. Maggie never spit in my yard or said the “s” word, never being unkind to Betty. To me, she was just trying to call people’s attention.

Her mother never bothered to acknowledge that.

… … …

Later that afternoon, Betty and I left to see a movie.

The offenses between both moms went on. At a certain time, Lisa’s mom was pushed and said, “now I’m calling the police!”

And they came indeed.

Everyone was against Maggie, she was sort of banned and advised by the cops to stay away from the little kids.

Poor little one! Maggie, who had no one to play with, had now been banned! It hurt me so much not being able to say a word on her behalf when it all took place. I wish I could have done something for her. I wanted her to be happy, feel loved, to feel special. Instead the only thing she was is set aside.

What is in store for her? She is only 11, I mean, she is already 11!

Take care,

Drikka.