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Crochet Vacation Small project- for girls!

Hi everyone!

A few months before coming to Alberta I read somewhere people saying about the heat in Edmonton during the Summer, can’t deny my own thought:
“They do not know what a hot summer is like!”

I must take it back! So they were right! It is hot up here! The fan is on all day long.The only difference is that at night the temperature falls down a bit, and we get to sleep.

At times I do not feel like crocheting, I end up spending the days cooking, doing housework, or even  some light reading, as I watch my daughter up and down playing with her friends, sometimes inside the house, or in her small poll in the yard.
There are some wild birds merrily chirping as they come by to gladly find their preferred food my husband daily feeds them, I already counted 17 little ones at once the other day. It is quiet, up here. Opposed to my life August last year in São Paulo. Of course it won’ be like this for long, as soon as her vacation is over I have some projects in mind. Should be fun, to say the least.

So as I said little projects like this is what I have been doing, the very same rose I posted here, and the very same leaf I once gave you the pattern, I sewn them in a hair band and my daughter wears it a lot! Hope you like it and do the same for your little ones too! I used handicraft and hook 5,00 m.

Take care,

Drikka.

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Life at a register

Let me tell you this:

As the Brazilian saying goes: “If the lemon fruit is impossible to eat…make yourself a refreshment!”

My experiences at the till will and must remain really important ones in my life. I have been there for mere 2 months -today, in fact- and it has already changed so much the way I see things now.

We know  is so hard for many people, though now, everyday, every hour I meet at least one true hero. At my workplace people come from the most absolutely different backgrounds and they react in so many different ways to my simplest question the usual: How are you doing today? Today for example a “clearly outstanding” business woman almost had a fit screaming at me she was in a hurry thus had no time for “How are yous”…

I am not better or worse than any one, it is just not the kind of work I never even for once contemplated or figured myself doing, I am not even that good at dealing with the bills in my hands. You know what I mean? There are people who possess either practice or a kind of unborn intimacy and just take the bills and coins as if they would belong and obey their command. That is not me definitely. Which does not stop my usual early costumers from coming and remaining at my register just for the sake of -as they often say to me- seeing a “good morning smile”. -some of them say it changes their days!- for the better I reply.

This job came to me as a part of a training to unable me to do something else, and somehow it became my one alternative there. It is really weary, tiresome and people are not the ones to take the blame.

Teaching is weary and tiring too, but I realized how much I love it! After 23 years of course I know that, well nevertheless it is always good to refresh. I love to see how much people grow and evolve from certain stages to other ones. As a teacher you get to see certain results out of your effort and planning. At the till all you have is that moment, you may cheer some up, hear a sad or intricate story here and there and that is it. As I said some of them are unkind, most of them are not. I myself would never be gentle or rude to a cashier, as most of the times I hardly realized s/he was there, I know I am being mean now, that is true though. In a powerful position you have respect, at a till you have kindness and a bit of compassion, and I figure it must be tough on the ones that had only this opportunities in life. I feel awkward because we should be the same, treat one another the same, we do no treat people the same, be able to give -pose- the same generous smile. It just simply not happens…

I learned so much. It really enriched my life.
I just to share it with you. Next time I will show you my latest projects. Promise!

Take care now,

Drikka.

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Make Up trap

Hello my dear ones!

Last Sunday we went to West Edmonton Mall, to which we are growing quite familiar with. My husband decided he is definitely going to learn ice skating. Honestly speaking, he is doing quite well for someone who started skating 5 months ago, considering the fact that he is a grown-up with lot of other affairs to look after.
As for me, I had all my skating done from the period of 8 to 20 ish.
Given to the size of the mall, I felt more like getting to know it better.

There was a comotion going on that Saturday, and we learned it was a make over sponsored by a sort of fancy shop called The Bay. This was the deal: Spend CDN 50,00 in any cosmetics and you would be entitled to having a makeover. Forgot to mention I took my little one along with me. There we went! I picked a gloss for her and two items for me, that was it: we spent over CDN 50 bucks.

The moment I sat on that chair, what I got was not a make up/over, it was more like a brain wash, because a make up wouldn’t work like that.

I do not know how many of you have been under this experience; either I was too down, empty or something of the sort, or that make up artist is really an artist! She simply threw the question:

What would you like? – I could see it in her eyes she would try and do that for me.

I opened my mouth and in a matter of 3 sentences spoke more than I ever knew about my facial skin condition and how it affected me.

As she started, using the many brushes sitting in her belt, barely touching them on my face, laying colors, shades, awesome effects and all the many techniques she has, I felt as if I would indeed have my very own “make over”.

Now I believe that the way they speak to you is enough to make you feel being rebuilt. By the time I looked at myself in the mirror, I saw what I wanted to see, I really felt 10 years younger, not the physical years, but everything that came within them, from my mother’s stroke and my brother’s painful illness to 2 years of trying to get pregnant.

Some accomplishments. Some set backs. Several sleepless nights, not knowing the best thing to do.

It was as if everything had been washed away from my face, as she managed to cover the dark circles around my eyes (with a magical something she wrote the name down later on). That simple act brought my eyes and myself a kind of new light. I believed I could get “what I would like“.

I don’t see myself as a superficial woman, but I was caught, trapped in the undeniable power of the Make Up.

…            …          …

P.S.:After that experience, I understand better people who take serious risks in going under extreme measures. I do not think I would do that, but I certainly do understand them much better now. And perhaps I will get that magical thing that did cover up the so called  dark circles around my eyes.

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Tropical Necklace Spring -crochet&beads

Hi,

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,

Drikka

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All we need is love

Hello there,

I have been away a bit, but for a good reason.

My family and I arrived in Canada this past September, it has been such an enriching experience, and for more that I could expect something new, the experiences we are living here are above and beyond our expectations. Read me right I didn’t mean better or worse, I meant far different from what we expected.

My husband is not only doing his post-doc researches, but also teaches 2 subjects at the University of Alberta, my daughter suffered so much, cried, and went through real difficult times as soon as we arrived here, her first month was awful, mainly for both of us, because I was the one to take her to school, knowing she would spend the next 6 hours of her day struggling to make sense of what she was listening there. And for her because she was the one who had to live all that. She got a few viruses too!

Fortunately she did great, and learned in no time. Her teachers are the most wonderful creatures and I owe them a lot, I can’t help but saying all the school was very supportive! Being a teacher myself for over 20 years I could realize that the educational system up here is really alert towards child needs and that made me strong enough to give her a time, while helping her out with her daily difficulties. I tell you it was tough, the same as I tell you it paid off, and within a period of 40 days she was so happy in Canada, that she keeps asking me if we can get to stay here for a longer period. Up until now she does not miss Brazil.

Well I do have my job back home, I also have my dear “Glaser Crafts” down there, which I can honestly say is much more profitable than up here, my husband is a professor there too and took a one year leave on the account of the post-doc. Even tough we are considering staying here a little longer because …what wouldn’t we do for the sake of the kids?…

I told her if I could get a job, and Daddy too we could put some more thought to the matter. Last week I did, I actually signed a contract on the very day of my birthday!

It does not pay much, but I deal with people all the time, and guess what? Don’t I feel great?! When I first got here people kept telling me about the differences between Canadians and Brazilians, and what sometimes might appear a simple conversation to me, might sound as a harassment here. So I haven’t been myself for the past few months. On Monday in my shift I gave it a shot and tried to smile a bit more, show that I cared, and occasionally engage into some sort of a small talk. Wanna know what happened? My boss congratulated me!- in secrecy when I went to get my next week’s schedule just because.

– I showed the costumers I cared.

In the end what I am learning in this beautiful journey is:

All we need is love.

No matter where we are, the world is sick and tired of negative things, and people are willing to receive some attention, talk about themselves, and maybe go home happier than they were when entered in the building.

Have yourself a wonderful weekend! Take care and show you care!

Drikka.

P.S.: Forgot to mention yesterday it snowed tons! So we are back to trying to make our first snow man ever!

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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,

Drikka.