Stitchy Me

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Pattern

2009-07-07T20:21:00.000-07:00

I will post the pattern tomorrow, today I am sleepy,lol

Halloween pineapple doilies

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Pom-poms

2009-07-07T20:11:00.000-07:00

I use my hairpin to make fast and easy my pon.pons. attach the yarn/thread with the cord you want (here I wanted a keychain, always lost mine). Cut the borders and work with your scissors to make a nice one. Here I used 2 colors, you can imagine with patriotic ones, or Xmas, or as ornament for curtains, the possibilities are huge, even a carpet. Not those circles, so slow for me, it is a mess. Try with a book, hands, depends the size and colors you want

Pom-pons

2009-07-07T20:09:00.001-07:00

Tassels

2009-07-07T20:04:00.000-07:00

So the best way to do nice tassels is to attach the cord that you want out from the inside, , scure with dental floss, turn and attach with thread/yarn, and you can work them later. , or add little tassels, bodies, and lots of imagination.

Tassels

2009-07-04T21:53:00.000-07:00

Once you make a nice tassel, you discover that all around us have one. Indians, Popes, poor and rich people, babies or elders, and we just do not realize until we just are awared of it.

So I began to take a look how to make a nice one. Here is the story

Celeste is with some leather samples that somebody gave me. And I made tassels.

Most of them are made out of yarn or thread, and they are so easy to do. Let me show you how.

Cut strands of yarn/thread and tie them with dental floss (strong and almost invisible), also add the cord you want, at the wron side, later you turned your work, and your tassel is ready.. Well pics are not in order but you get the idea... You can work with the top, the wrap (embroider or else), or work with the strands, adding more tassels, or perhaps braiding it, or wrapping , make somekind of toys, or a keyholder, there are many occasions you will need one, even if it is the simplest one, like a knot.
In this model, you must wrap twice, one with the cord to the inside, the other to make it very neat and the cord just in the middle and out! of course.

I know I am kind of not a good teacher now, but I will be posting soon more explanations and also how to do a nice and simple pom-pom

Thoughts

2009-07-03T12:25:00.000-07:00

It is not easy to write a pattern, even more if you try to do it in another language.
And any, not one, feedback, negative, positive, nothing.
I am tired, my day began cleaning, do laundry, cleaning the kitchen mess, but I am still here!.
Even the sun wants to cheer my day, it is cold.
Life is so difficult sometimes.
I am happy my son and Susan came to live with me, I feel my life has a sense again.
But sometimes those who are not with me, my late brother, my parents, and not only those who the Lord called them, but my little girl, she went so far away, to Singapur, not even a good bye mom. I know she is a grown up in age but so inmature.
So, if you stop by, just say anything, please!
Ruth

Sunny Dishcloth or Potholder

2009-07-03T12:16:00.001-07:00

I wish I could go to the northern hemisphere!, Hate winter time, cold and dark, we do not have snow, but days are almost always clouded, and rainy. I began to work with nice summer colors, and I thought I could crochet a sun…..
Crochet: N° 00 steel hook, or E (3,5 mm) hook
Scraps thread (cotton) white, yellow and orange

Gauge Not important, just use always the same hook size

Row 1: with white Ch 3 join
Row 2 ; 5 sc in ring
Row 3: ch1 sc in same ch1, 2 sc in the next 4 sc ( 10 sc)
Row 4: ch1 sc in same ch1, 2 sc in the next 9 sc (20 sc)
Row 5: With yellow, ch 10 and join to ring with sl st
Row 6 : work 8 sc, 2 sc in the last 2 ch ( 12 sc) turn ch 1 to turn
Row 7 : work 2 sc in the first 4 sc BLO from now on, , work 4 in the next sc, work 3 sc in the next sc, work 5 sc in the next 5 sc do not join to ring
Row 8: join orange to last yellow sc, repeat row 6 and row 7, work sl st in the next white sc to join.
Row 9: join yellow to last orange sc, work 8 sc, 2 sc in the last 2 sc ch 1, turn
Row 10: work 2 sc in the first sc, work 4 sc, next st work 3 sc, work 5 sc and join to white with sl st.
Repeat row 5-10 until all the white sc are worked.
Block, and weave in ends

Enjoy :))

Baby Dress, cute chevron skirt

2009-07-03T12:03:00.001-07:00

Baby Dress

I was wondering a nice baby dress but very easy to do. I thought “I do not know any baby!!”), when it was done, I show it to my son and DIL. She found it so cute, and told me to sell it to her, as she has a friend with a newborn baby girl. Sell it to her?, No, no I told her to buy a variegated skein and I repeat the pattern, following now the instructions, but if you do not understand something please ask it to me. Remember my English is not that well!.

Newborn-3 months
2 oz lilac baby yarn (60 gr)
3 oz variegated baby yarn (100 gr)
Hooks : D/3 (3.25mm) for bodice,G/6 ( 4.5) for skirt
Tapestry needle
3 baby buttons
3 baby ribbon flowers
Gauge: 7 dc 1” (2.5 cm) 4 rows 1” (2.5 cm) for bodice
Pattern
Bodice:
Row 1: ch 71 , dc in 4th ch from hook, and each 6 chs (2 dc, ch 1, 2 dc) in next ch, dc in next 16 chs) 3 times, 2 dc, ch 1 , 2 dc in next ch, dc , 7 dc in next chs. Ch 3, turn.
Row 2 : dc in next dcs, [2 dc, 1 ch 2 dc, in next ch 1 sp, dc in next dc (18) ] 3 times, dc in next dc.
Row 3-6, repeat row 2
Row 7, now working in rounds, ch 1 for turn [sc until first ch 1 sp, ch 2 , sc in next ch 1 (for armhole)] 2 times, sc until 2 sc before ending, overlap the bodice and work 2 sc in the last 2 sts with the first sts. (for button space)
Row 8-10 : sc in every st, including ch 2 for armhole, do not join
Attach variegated yarn with sl st and change to a bigger hook.
Row 1 sl st with variegated yarn,( sc in same st, 1 sc in next st, ch 11, skip next st, join ch with sc to next st, sc next st), to the end.
Row 2: (working in rounds) sl st in first 2 sc, 5 sc in ch 11, 3 sc in the next ch, sk 2 sc work 5 sc in first 5 ch, 3 sc in next ch, 5 sc in the next chs, sk 2 sc , around. From now on BLO
Row 3-…:(working in rounds, (5 sc in 5 sc sts, , 3 sc next sc, 5 sc next sts, sk 2 sc ) . Remember to work in back loops only.
When 3-4 rows are done, with tapestry needle sew the holes formed with the ch 11 base chs and the sk stitch, with mattress st.
Continue working in rounds until you reach the long of the skirt that you want.
For armholes, (crochet 3 sl st next st) all around.
You will see a chevron like st.
Sew baby buttons (the dc will be your buttonholes) and 3 baby ribbon flowers in front, for a nicer work. I do not add a satin ribbon, as we don’t like too many things in a baby dress.

Enjoy :))

Doorstop

2009-07-03T11:45:00.000-07:00

My front door always slams with the wind. I have a heavy stuff on the floor, but it is heavy and sometimes I forget to move it and ...I cannot get in my house again until I find a way to get in back again. So I decided to make this (suppossed to be) a lighthouse with my door dimensions, no pattern, but filled not only with fiberfill but with all the scraps yarn-thread for not getting the filling to be flat so soon.

I add a ch on top and below to place the lighthouse from side to side of my door.

To "bee" or not to bee

2009-06-28T19:04:00.000-07:00

This week I have created new patterns. No, they do not come from outer space, a baby dress with a stitch that I used for a purse (crochet). then a knitted Pilucho (peeloocho), a pot holder (crochet), a doorstop, not very nice, I must embroider something, but it is just what I wanted, and a cute doilie, that I create from a vintage pattern, but it was the idea.
Today it was rainy and cold, so I stayed at bed, lazy Sunday. And I am not in the mood of taken pics or even finish my creations.
I was so frustrated when at all Vina del Mar, I could not found a doll like a model, just Barbie-like-to-be ones. So I must use just a cardboard to show how to use a pilucho. I think 99% chileans had used one when babies!.

The Nutcracker Rug

2009-06-20T22:05:00.000-07:00

Stitches Used:
ch:chain
dc: double crochet
sl st: slip stitch
st(s): stitch(es)
yo: yarn over hook
dc2tog (dc 2 sts together): [Yo, insert hook in next st and draw up a loop, yo and draw through 2 loops on hook] twice, yo and draw through all 3 loops on hook.
Important: When changing colors, do not forget to work the last st until 2 loops remain on hook, drop old color, pick up new color, yo and draw through both loops on hook.
Materials Needed
Sport weight yarn
Red: 2-3 oz (60-90 g)
Black: 1-1.5 oz (30-50 g)
Lilac: 1 oz (30 g)
Blue, gold yellow, white, tan : leftovers yarn
Crochet hook: F/5 ( 4mm)
Tapestry needle for embroider eyes, teeth belt, legs. ( Do not add any button if it is for a kid)

Gauge:
Mine was : 4 rows: 2” (5 cm)
8 dc’s: 2” (5 cm)
If you use another kind of yarn/ hook all over the rug, it is not important, only the measures will change.
Final Measures
32” (81 cm) tall
14.5” (37 cm) body 19” (48 cm) with arms

Pattern:
With black ch 68 dc in the 4th ch from hook.
Row 1-4 : 65 dc + 3 ch for turning
Row 5: with gold yellow and when joining new colors, ch 6 and make 3 dc’s on the gold yellow base ch, 4th st over black st of the body (65 more gold yellow dc’s) and at the end of the row, ch 3 and back with sl st and work 3 dc’s out of the body. Cut yarn
Row 6-7: Join black, working all the yellow sts, cut yarn
Row 8: Join gold yellow, work all the sts, cut yarn
Row 9: skip first 3 sts, join lilac. Work 53 dc’s
Row 10-25: work 53 dc’s . At the end, cut yarn
Row 26: with blue ch 8, add red and make 53 dc’s, add blue, ch 11, turn,
Row 27: make 8 blue dc’s, 53 red dc’s, 8 blue dc’s(over the ch base from the row 26)
Row 28-32: work the same colors
Row 33-37: change red for black color
Row 38-59: change black for red color
Row 60: Change blue for black, over red, make 13 sts tan, 27 sts white 13 sts tan
Row 61: same colors as 60
Row 62: Start decreasing the hair, at the end of a row, make dc2tog
Row 63-65: work the same colors and do not forget to dc2tog at the end of a row.
Row 65-72: black is finished, last row of tan
Row 73: Join black (53 sts) cut yarn
Row 74-75: Join lilac (53 sts) cut yarn
Row 76: Join black (53 sts) cut yarn
Row 77-78: Join blue (53 sts) cut yarn
Row 79 : Join black (53 sts) cut yarn
Finishing:
Weave in ends, decide the right and the wrong side and embroider eyes ( ch. in smaller rounds with black), teeth (black), belt (gold yellow), legs (white).
For you or as a great gift. Enjoy J

My Son

2009-06-20T15:08:00.000-07:00

Here is Carlos, finishing the chocolate cake. Chocolate pancakes, filled with chocolate cream and strawberrie jam, covered with chocolate and chantilly (?) cream. He began with chocolate coberture, cream, flour, eggs, nothing pre-done.
That was yesterday, today he bought those nice clear boxes for cakes, and Susan went to her town to celebrate with her daddy tomorrow.
I am so proud that he is the best of his class. Good luck Carlos, I know you can make all your dreams. come true.
BTW, he is also a great musician, singing all day long, with his guitar, the electric piano, or his trumpet. Just memories, he was in 7th grade when he began with the trumpet. Believe me, at first it was kind of torture, playing over and over just 3 notes, by the end of the year, he must played the American and Chilean National Songs for his grade, he got an A+.
So many interests he has, and so interested in many things, besides what I am posting, and he knows so many things, as those miracle berries, even his teachers never heard of them. We buyed some at the net, and he let the teachers, students tried one, (me too), it is so weird to try a real hard kiwi and tasted so sweet. Or the lemons, all sours feel sweet to taste.

My Garden

2009-06-20T14:00:00.000-07:00

So, here is my little garden,

I am looking for some gramiea type of plants, so in summertime they will not ask me for too much water, lol, my Celeste was after our neighbour's cat, and I am growing some herbs, ciboulette, sage, parsil, rosemary, and others for my son, and some Aloe Vera, lavander, for me.

I was kind of lazy at the time to make a little terrace, so I just place some heavy squares, and for getting them tight, I am growing grass. So this summer I will have a nice place to stay, with a terrific view . Only God knows where I will be this summer, hope with Carlos, my son, Susan, and Celeste.

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Ater the first rain

2009-06-20T13:56:00.000-07:00

After the first rain of the season.............. Yesterday was dark and the nice sound of the rain was like a lullaby, that invite us to be at home, watching TV while I was finishing my rug.
My son and his girlfriend Susan, the nice young lady that was the model for my capelet, were making a nice chocolate cake for her father, as tomorrow is Father's Day here.
My son is studying to be a chef, and he must practice (very bad for my waist. lol).
Today still there is kind of misty and the sun is very, very shy.
We were so happy with this rain, as here it only rains from April to September, just a few milimeters each time. But we all hope it will take away the everybody-has-a-cold reason.
Here is a view from my little garden-to-be, from the bay. Far away is Valparaiso, and the buildings nearby are Renaca, where I live. I will post another pic, where you can see a little of Vina del Mar.
I want to share with you some views, my son and the carpet with the pattern....

Purl Stitch

2009-05-30T12:55:00.000-07:00

http://shalomlanasyalgomas.blogspot.com/2008/01/punto-reves.html

Here is the way we were taught to do the purl stitch. It is very comfortable, as when you knit, (or purl), the stitches are in diffferent ways, so you can watch TV, chat a little, without looking or counting, as the stitch shows you if it is a k or p one. I tried to take some pics of a magazine, but my camera as the weather, my flu, is going carazy. Anyway I will post the pic.

I cannot explain you how difficult was for me just to realize that simple fact, but a huge one.
So now I am knitting both ways, because if any ssk, or k2tog is present I must purl the needle under the yarn, as you all do.
It was not easy at first, I tried to cheat myself, my conciuos was very present at those times.
For proving me I could do it just as fast both ways, I made a simple rose, very simple, the pattern is here

CO 120 (continental),
knit 6 rows (purling as you do), with baby yarn and US 3 (3mm) straight needles
Bind off 10 stitches, with a number 5 (3 3/4 mm) straight needle, continue working with number 5 needles for 6 rows.
BO 25 stitches with a n° 6 (4.5 mm), straight needle, for 6 rows,
BO 35 stitches with US 8 (5mm) straight needles, work 6 rows and BO next 50 stitches
You will get something like a weird strip.

With a tapestry needle and the same yarn, go round forming a rose, if you want shrink a little as making petals, secure in ends, ready your rose.

And yes! I did it!!, it wasn´t odd, or difficult as it was at the beggining, nice and comfortable, as if I always worked p stitch that way.

Leaf Pattern

CO 5 stitches, 1° row, k2, M1, k1, M1, k2 (7 stitches)

2° and all even rows, purl

3° row k3, M1, k1, M1, k3 (9 stitches)

5° row k4, M1, k1, M1, k4 (11 stitches)

7° row k1, ssk, k5, k2tog,k1 (9 stitches)

9° row k1, ssk, k3, k2tog, k1 (7 stitches)

11° row k1, ssk, k1, k2tog, k1 ( 5 stitches)

13° row k1, sssk, k1 (3 stitches)

15° row sssk

weave on ends, attach to your rose. This is a very simple way I do my leaves.

You can use it as a corsage, on your hair, or add a stem with an I-cord, with a very thin wire if you want it in a vase. Enjoy your rose, and I am happy, at last I can say I can really purl both ways, without a problem

2009-05-21T17:32:00.000-07:00

Here are 2 pics of a close up of the work

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By TheSeaside Capelet

Ch 210, sport weight yarn 100% acrylic, (300 gr, about 10 oz ) with a G6 (4.25mm) hook and a US 35 (20mm) needle, working 5 loops twisted and 5 sc on top as a broomstick stitch. Every third row, work 2 rows of sc, repeat this for 5 times. 15 broomstick rows separated every 3 with 2 sc rows (4 two sc 2 rows).
Once you finish, work 1 row sc all the way round, then 2 rows sc on 3 sides (not on top), next row ch 3 ss in the same stitch, ss on the next 2 sc, the last one, another 3 ch, repeat all the 3 sides.
On top, make a 350 ch cord, and pass through the stitches, so you can use it as a nice shawl or a warm and cozy capelet. Its measures are 115 cm (45") x 43 cm (17")

2009-05-21T01:05:00.000-07:00

Sorry, I always forget to post all at once.
So begin the Tutorial from down-up

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Broomstick Lace Tutorial

How to Fix your Mistakes

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Then continue working as usual. Always against the tail of the base chain, so you do not get confused.
I work with the needle up, between my knees, some other crocheters below their arm, try to find the comfortable way for you.
Most work with the loops in the needle, but I find much more easy to take the needle out and work with only the loops.
And here is a pic of the work in only 3 rows, you will never notice that one stitch has 6 loops instead of 5, always looking the row below, to get the loops neat in the vertical way.
I know, nobody will tell you this, but happens, if the kids are playing indians, the dog wants to play with your yarn, or you have to leave your work for any reason and let me tell you, that 60-100 loops are not easy to count.
Sometimes you miss one loop, do not worrie, take it the next row with other loop, or if you realize 3-....rows later, fix it with a needle and yarn, weaving on loose ends.
Sure, it is not the best thing to do, but we are human, and having fun, relaxing with our hooks and needles. It is different with other stitches that you must be a frog, they are not possible to fix.
Well, this blog does not alloud me to upload another pic, so later on I will post the 15 loops with an error, you will never notice, I think..
I am finishing something I hope I will post it tomorrow.

2009-05-20T17:28:00.000-07:00

It is easy when you have only 15 loops, but when you have 60-70 loops, you can have one more or less. Always being careful to be neat in the vertical way too, so look the row below. In this case I made one more, so one worked stitch will have 6 loops, but nobody will notice, but if the vertical way is not neat, that will show, so work 4 or 6 loops if that is the case, with 5 sc on top

2009-05-20T17:18:00.000-07:00

Turn the work, and pull up another 15 loops (the first one is the one remaining in the hook. As the other rows are much more easy, take the loops out of the needle and work them that way. Picking up the loops with the hook, and stretching them gently, so they have all the same lenght.

2009-05-20T17:12:00.000-07:00

First row, pick up with the hook 5 loops, and I twisted them with my left hand and the first 5 ones, secure them with a ch that it does not count as a stitch.
There is my first row, 5 loops with 5 sc each one.

2009-05-20T17:01:00.000-07:00

I am using a G (4.25mm) aluminiun hook, and a US 35 (20mm) needle. The first row is always a little difficult, but then it is very fast, and it is a nice stitch, but nobody tells you the problems you can find.
Use the last ch, and place it to the needle, then without twisting pull up loops using the ch as a base, the yarn never shows a twist, fix it with your hand or with the hook, if that is the case. Ok, I ch 15 so I must have 15 loops on the needle, and I never let that one loop is over another one, so I fixed with the hook, so far, so good.

2009-05-20T16:57:00.000-07:00

Broomstick lace Tutorial, and how to fix the mistakes. A little different, but faster to do.
Begin a ch of any multiple of 5 (it is much more easy)

2009-05-20T16:53:00.000-07:00

Also I just made a Seraphine shawl for me, I love that pattern, don't you? Thanks Roxana for being my model

2009-05-20T16:44:00.000-07:00

I have knitted many seafoam scarves, they are nice and easy to do, the link is
http://putasockinit.wordpress.com/2007/02/20/seafoam-scarf/ . I just gave it as a present, but..I took a pic of it first, always I forget to take pics, so here it is. It looks much better with a variegated or ombre yarn, but they asked me one in pink..

2009-05-20T16:24:00.000-07:00

Today was a gardening day. I hate to waste water when we are almost in winter, and not even a little rain. Not me, I use a sweater, but for young people (we called them "lolos", I think the name came out from the movie, but we mean people under 25 yo are "lolos" or "lolas") just a T-shirt is enough. I am meaning just walking in the street, me?, just a sweater. Global warming?, lol, I don't know, but water here even is not that expensive, always there is a lack of, so my garden are succulents, some catus, and endemic ones, so I do not waste too much, just for ecology. Only my trees, 2 lemons, 1 orange and 1 tangerine trees. Also I am growing some culinary plants that I love them fresh, parsley, ciboullette, marjoram, sage, and others, but just what I need for cooking. But they are just receiving the water from the night, and I check that that is enough, until they grow a little more.
I want today to show you some of my recently work, and a tutorial.

2009-05-19T21:39:00.000-07:00

The strap begins just plain then I made 2 I-Cords, so you have two stripes on your shoulder.

2009-05-19T21:29:00.000-07:00

And here is the purse finished, (thanks Susan) it is a ruffled one, with a nice detail on the straps and instead of a button, I used an embelished safety pin.
I will make one not ruffled, but now I am working with my dear crochet!!. I am finishing the project, hope as soon I have more time, I will post the pattern, a tutorial, and my project at last finished. I didn´t know that with Picasa you can low the pixels so you can post the pics with no problem. Now I know.

2009-05-19T21:27:00.000-07:00

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Here is a pic of the CD coaster for my morning (all day long??) coffee.
Also some other coasters, and sure how to do them, with one crochet, you hold the thread up, the other crochet brings the thread up to do a single crochet for work later anything you want.

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Well you can always look at my slide show the Flickr Images!

AND MY TIP IS THE MOST VIEWED AT CROCHET ME!!

Not that I am a genius, I can't find the needle to add beads to my thread-yarn here, as it is a samall town, so I must think how to do my stuff with simple things!.

And please be gentle at me!, I do not write-speak english that well, and for sure you will not understand much better spanish, lol, Ruth

2009-05-12T06:51:00.000-07:00

I am always in a hurry, and my cam. just isn't in the right place when I need it. So I wll post a pic. of the purse as soon as I can find it, lol.
Here comes what happened with my mug and my diffussor.
It is almost winter here. Well, winter, mild but winter, seasons are 2, almost no springtime, or autumn, so I drink much more coffe, even it is instant one, and the 4 thieves blend in my diffussor, you can google the blend, and believe me, it works!.
Well, my mug and my diffussor, both were angry at me, because I was using just old CD's as coasters. So I began to imagine how to use them but much more nice, as the old CD's also wanted to show off. So I tried first with a super fine thread, it was a disaster, so I decided to use a fine thread instead.
I do not know, but the blog do not alloud me to upload the pics, I think they are too heavy, I must arrange my cam. lol, but you can see the pics at my Flickr, as honeyvarita, or Crochet me.
Here comes the nice part, it was a sucessful trying, they are so real nice and easy to do. I like color, but sometimes I feel kind of gothic too!!, so a sunny one, a floral, and a spider web with a little spider.
My son and my daughter in law wanted one for them, my son, something gren, my DIL, something in light blue. And that is the thing, you can create different ones, and still they match, so you do not have to make 6 or 12 to have a set!.
Just hold the thread with one finger, with a 2 mm crochet bring up the thread and make a sc with another crochet, you will see why, when you make one, it is much more easy. One for make sc, the other one to bring it up the thread. Do not cover it with too much thread, or it will be unstable as a coaster. And for sure, the CD wants to show off too.
Ruth

2009-01-28T18:51:00.000-08:00

Oops, the purse is done, but today I feel kind of dizzy, so I will post it tomorrow. Today I read a blog, where Lynne taught us the wonder of double knitting. I used that technique for making my headband when I used to sky, without knowing, now they tell us it is difficult, my hands cannot remember the logic that double knitting has, the only thing that I know is that RS is showed from both sides, so I must k one color and p the other. I remember that I did some rows of MC first, then I worked the other color (only solid ones), so I could realize how it went. Well today I will try to remember again the technique
And I have a tunic that I want to show, so I will do the buttons, and post it, as it is my pattern.

2009-01-25T12:38:00.000-08:00

Yarn, it is 61%wool, 22% acrylic, 17% fancy, (Illusion Mohair), 0ne ply, fluffy yarn,
Straigh needles 4.5-5 mm homemade square needles (out of wood, so cozy. hmmm)
2skeins 3 0z MC
2 skeins CC, 2 oz each
CO 30 stitches, with MC
! row K
2 row P
3 row k 26 stitches, w&t the next stitch (or you will have a hole, do not ask me how I know)
4 row p 26 stitches
5 row k 22 stitches
6 row p 22 stitches
Every k row substract 4 stitches
w&t the next stitch, p the row,
repeat until you have 4 stitches, add CC,(MC), every other "group", so it will look as a knitted tent, or back with MC as a solid one.
Knit this 9 times, my measures were 30 cm X 70 cm ( 11"X30" ), and felted for 30", with cold water, or hot water, as you like it (I wanted mine to be very felted), shaped while wet with clothes pins, with plied sides, to gave more room.
I will line it tomorrow, and post it how it went.
Luv U

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I just do not know how to post, I am an old lady, imagine, at the U. , I used my fingers to add and substract, I do understand high maths, I hate to do elementary ones, just bored to do them with a math ruler, lol, and belive me, now I cannot live without a comp., women. and men my age do not know even to use a blog....., or even to try to learn english, I know my spelling is not the one I want, you can understand me.
I am working on a felted bag project, but my eyes are allergic to dyes!, so next time I will use my own dyed yarns, without Kool-Aid, because here, they do not exist, but I do use vinager, salt, some powdered juice , without sugar, of course, and blue?. not grape juice, but just food grade colors, I could make my own "colour chart". Dyinhg is not perfect, who wants that?, we (meaning I hope somebody is using my recipes, that I use to dye my yarns, and published for free in some e-magazines (spanish)........In one word DIFFICULT, never impossible, is there somebody who can help me with the yarn????.
Lol, I am creating my own patterns, just to get sponsored by some yarn/thread company.
E-magazines (outboardes of course), do like my job, even About.com have published my work , here, nobody gives a dime for it. It happens....
I have some fancy yarn, fluffy, soft, that I bought the whole retailers bunch almost the same price as the 100% sheep wool, the whole bunch, and it felted it so magic wonderful, with the "hairy" stuff without variation, the idea from tunisian crochet technique, easy, fast to do, knitted way, I made a purse.
This is not a proof pattern yet, as I like it to be, but, at least you can try it as yopu wish, the only thing I ask for is given me the credit of the basic idea, as I want to make a shawl (in progress) or a skirt (in progress), that I call it "serendipity bag", I wanted a scarf, and turns out to be a bag.

2009-01-20T03:20:00.000-08:00

Really, I do love poetry. This is a country that we grow with it. The landscapes, the music we hear......
Just an example, to share with you.

2009-01-20T03:13:00.000-08:00

Gabriela Mistral
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Gabriela Mistral, pseudonym of Lucila Godoy de Alcayaga (1889-1957), Chilean poet and stateswoman, who in 1945 became the first Latin American and the first female poet to win the Nobel Prize for literature. Born in Vicuña, Mistral became a noted educator. She traveled in Mexico, the United States, and Europe studying schools and methods of teaching. At varying times she was a visiting professor at several universities and colleges in the United States, including Barnard College, Middlebury College, and the University of Puerto Rico. For 20 years, beginning in 1933, she served as Chilean consul in various cities, including Madrid, Spain; Lisbon, Portugal; Nice, France; and Los Angeles, California. Besides being a prolific writer of poetry, Mistral also wrote prose, primarily on the behalf of society’s disenfranchised groups. She spoke out for increased social justice in Latin America and throughout the world.
Mistral’s poetry, which is full of warmth and emotion, frequently deals with the many variations of love—from intimate love to global love of humankind—and has been translated into English, French, Italian, German, and Swedish. Her works include Desolación (Desolation, 1922), Ternura (Tenderness, 1924), Tala (Destruction, 1938), and Lagar (The Wine Press, 1954). English-language collections of her poetry include Selected Poems of Gabriela Mistral (1957), translated by American writer Langston Hughes; A Gabriela Mistral Reader (1992); and Poemas de las Madres (The Mothers’ Poems, 1996), a selection of poems in both their original Spanish and their English translation. Elements of Mistral’s style and themes are found in the works of other Latin American writers such as Pablo Neruda and Octavio Paz.

19 mayo 2007
Gabriela Mistral - Piececitos
Gabriela Mistral
Piececitos Gabriela Mistral
Little feet

Piececitos de niño, Little feet of children
azulosos de frío, blue with cold,
¡cómo os ven y no os cubren, how can they see you and not cover you,
Dios mío! my God!

¡Piececitos heridos Little wounded feet
por los guijarros todos, cut all of them by pebbles,
ultrajados de nieves outraged by snow
y lodos! and mire!

El hombre ciego ignora Blind man ignores
que por donde pasáis, that where you walk,
una flor de luz viva a flower of living light
dejáis; you leave;

que allí donde ponéis that where you put
la plantita sangrante, your little bleeding sole,
el nardo nace más the spikenard raises more
fragante. fragrant.

Sed, puesto que marcháis Be, since you march
por los caminos rectos, by the straight paths,
heróicos como sois heroic as you are
perfectos. perfect.

Piececitos de niño, Little feet of children,
dos joyitas sufrientes, two tiny suffering jewels,
¡cómo pasan sin veros how can people pass
las gentes! and not see you!

Gabriela Mistral

Gabriela Mistral, 1941. (credit: Library of Congress, Washington, D.C.)
Gabriela Mistral(1922): Poems

I Am Not Alone
The night, it is deserted
from the mountains to the sea.
But I, the one who rocks you,
I am not alone!
The sky, it is deserted
for the moon falls to the sea.
But I, the one who holds you,
I am not alone !
The world, it is deserted.
All flesh is sad you see.
But I, the one who hugs you,
I am not alone!
________________________________________
Gabriela Mistral: Tiny Feet (1922)
How does the poet make the child's tiny feet express its suffering?
________________________________________
A child's tiny feet,
Blue, blue with cold,
How can they see and not protect you?
Oh, my God!
Tiny wounded feet,
Bruised all over by pebbles,
Abused by snow and soil!
Man, being blind, ignores
that where you step, you leave
A blossom of bright light,
that where you have placed
your bleeding little soles
a redolent tuberose grows.
Since, however, you walk
through the streets so straight,
you are courageous, without fault.
Child's tiny feet,
Two suffering little gems,
How can the people pass, unseeing.
Translated by Mary Gallwey
Canción de la Muerte
La vieja Empadronadora,
la mañosa Muerte,
cuando vaya de camino,
mi niño no encuentre.
La que huele a los nacidos
y husmea su leche,
encuentre sales y harinas,
mi leche no encuentre.
La Contra-Madre del Mundo,
la Convida-gentes,
por las playas y las rutas
no halle al inocente.
El nombre de su bautismo
--la flor con que crece —
lo olvide la memoriosa,
lo pierda, la Muerte.
De vientos, de sal y arenas
se vuelve demente,
y trueque, la desvariada,
el Oeste, y el Este.
Niño y madre los confunda
los mismo que peces,
y en el día y en la hora
a mí sola encuentre.
Song of Death
Old Woman Census-taker,
Death the Trickster,
when you're going along,
don't you meet my baby.
Sniffing at newborns,
smelling for the milk,
find salt, find cornmeal,
don't find my milk.
Anti-Mother of the world,
People-Collector —
on the beaches and byways,
don't meet that child.
The name he was baptized,
that flower he grows with,
forget it, Rememberer.
Lose it, Death.
Let wind and salt and sand
drive you crazy, mix you up
so you can't tell
East from West,
or mother from child,
like fish in the sea.
And on the day, at the hour,
find only me.

Dame la Mano
Dame la mano y danzaremos;
dame la mano y me amarás.
Come una sola flor seremos,
come una flor, y nada más...
El mismo verso cantaremos,
al mismo paso bailarás.
Como una espiga ondularemos,
como una espiga, y nada más.
Te llama Rosa y yo Esperanza:
pero tu nombre olvidarás,
porque seremos una danza
en la colina, y nada más...
Give Me Your Hand
Give me your hand and give me your love,
give me your hand and dance with me.
A single flower, and nothing more,
a single flower is all we'll be.
Keeping time in the dance together,
you'll be singing the song with me.
Grass in the wind, and nothing more,
grass in the wind is all we'll be.
I'm called Hope and you're called Rose:
but losing our names we'll both go free,
a dance on the hills, and nothing more,
a dance on the hills is all we'll be.

Canto que Amabas
Yo canto lo que tú amabas, vida mía,
por si te acercas y escuchas, vida mía,
por si te acuerdas del mundo que viviste,
al aterdecer yo canto, sombra mía.
Yo no quiero enmudecer, vida mía.
¿Cómo sin mi grito fiel me hallarías?
¿Cuál señal, cuál me declara, vida mía?
Soy la misma que fue tuya, vida mía.
Ni lenta ni trascordada ni perdida.
Acude al anochecer, vida mía,
ven recordando un canto, vida mía,
si la canción reconoces de aprendida
y si mi nombre recuerdas todavía.
Te espero sin plazo y sin tiempo.
No temas noche, nebline ni aguacero.
Acude con sendero o sin sendero.
Llámame adonde tú eres, alma mía,
y marcha recto hacia mí, compañero.
What You Loved
Life of my life, what you loved I sing.
If you're near, if you're listening,
think of me now in the evening:
shadow in shadows, hear me sing.
Life of my life, I can't be still.
What is a story we never tell?
How can you find me unless I call?
Life of my life, I haven't changed,
not turned aside and not estranged.
Come to me as the shadows grow long,
come, life of my life, if you know the song
you used to know, if you know my name.
I and the song are still the same.
Beyond time or place I keep the faith.
Follow a path or follow no path,
never fearing the night, the wind,
call to me, come to me, now at the end,
walk with me, life of my life, my friend

(born April 7, 1889, Vicuña, Chile — died Jan. 10, 1957, Hempstead, N.Y., U.S.) Chilean poet. Mistral combined writing with a career as a cultural minister and diplomat and as a professor in the U.S. Her reputation as a poet was established in 1914 when she won a prize for three "Sonnets of Death." Her passionate lyrics, with love of children and of the downtrodden as principal themes, are collected in such volumes as Desolation (1922), Destruction (1938), and The Wine Press (1954). In 1945 she became the first Latin American to win the Nobel Prize for Literature.
My Comment:
I went to the town she was born, poor, hidden in the north valleys, but you cannot imagine how she wrote when she was just 17 yo. As always, they said she stole some paper, she was expelled from school as a teacher. She came to Santiago, where inspired by a beloved friend who commit suicide, (many say that he was her love, and that is not true), she wrote Sonnets of Death.
She sent them to a contest, very important at that time, she was there when they announced that the sonnet she wrote has won , but, she ashamed of herself, her poor clothes, not nice face, she just enjoy, and she stayed in her place. Nobody knows at that time who she was.
Without noticing we sang many of her poems, as child songs, and you can find them so simple, and so beautiful at the same time, now I can understand the real meaning of them. They are so deep, I have most of her work.
Her main contribution was for the women, prose, letters.
She won the Nobel Prize, and 6 years later our National Prize (imagine how they liked her, chauvinist men).
She went to Mexico , US, and Brazil, where she spent the rest of her life, and died in New York.
Even now, most of the people don´t know her life, many of her books were not aloud here, Gabriela , born as Lucila Godoy, had an affair with another Chilean poet, Magallanes Moure, the love of her life, but they never got marry, and their love was just known few years ago. Imagine the impact that was!!. She raised a child, Chin-chin, he died in Brazil. Nobody knows if he was really her child or someone else, as she claimed.
As you can see, we grow with poetry since we are born. Me? No, I do like to read but it is so difficult to write, so many rules, beside they rime, you must count the numbers which words in poetry are counted.

Gracias a La Vida (Thank you to Life)

poem by Violeta Parra
English translation by William Morín

Violeta Parra

Gracias a la vida, que me ha dado tanto. Thank you to life, which has given me so much.
Me dió dos luceros, que cuando los abro. It gave me two beams of light, that when opened,
Perfecto distingo lo negro del blanco Can perfectly distinguish black from white
Y en el alto cielo su fondo estrellado, And in the sky above, her starry backdrop,
Y en las multitudes And from within the multitude
el hombre que yo amo. The one that I love.

Gracias a la vida, que me ha dado tanto. Thank you to life, which has given me so much.
Me ha dado el oído que en todo su ancho It gave me an ear that, in all of its width
Graba noche y día grillos y canarios Records— night and day—crickets and canaries,
Martillos, turbinas, ladrillos, chubascos Hammers and turbines and bricks and storms,
Y la voz tan tierna de mi bien amado. And the tender voice of my beloved.

Gracias a la vida, que me ha dado tanto. Thank you to life, which has given me so much.
Me ha dado el sonido y el abecedario. It gave me sound and the alphabet.
Con él las palabras que pienso y declaro, With them the words that I think and declare:
“Madre,” “amigo,”hermano,” y luz alumbrando “Mother,” “Friend,” “Brother” and the light shining.
La ruta del alma del que estoy amando. The route of the soul from which comes love.

Gracias a la vida, que me ha dado tanto. Thank you to life, which has given me so much.
Me ha dado la marcha de mis pies cansados. It gave me the ability to walk with my tired feet.
Con ellos anduve ciudades y charcos, With them I have traversed cities and puddles
Valles y desiertos, montañas y llanos, Valleys and deserts, mountains and plains.
Y la casa tuya, tu calle y tu patio. And your house, your street and your patio.

Gracias a la vida, que me ha dado tanto. Thank you to life, which has given me so much.
Me dió el corazón, que agita su marco. It gave me a heart, that causes my frame to shudder,
Cuando miro el fruto del cerebro humano, When I see the fruit of the human brain,
Cuando miro al bueno tan lejos del malo. When I see good so far from bad,
Cuando miro el fondo de tus ojos claros. When I see within the clarity of your eyes…

Gracias a la vida, que me ha dado tanto. Thank you to life, which has given me so much.
Me ha dado la risa, me ha dado el llanto. It gave me laughter and it gave me longing.
Así yo distingo dicha de quebranto, With them I distinguish happiness and pain—
Los dos materiales que forman mi canto, The two materials from which my songs are formed,
Y el canto de ustedes que es el mismo canto. And your song, as well, which is the same song.
Y el canto de todos que es mi propio canto And everyone’s song, which is my very song.

And your song, as well, which is the same song.
And everyone’s song, which is my very song

Translation singed by Joan Baez

Thank you, life, for giving me so much.
She gave me two bright stars, that when opened,
Can perfectly distinguish black from white
And high in the sky, the starry background,
And within the crowd the man that I love.

Thank you, life, for giving me so much.
She gave me ears that, in all of its wide
Record- night and day -crickets and canaries,
Hammers, turbines, bricks and showers,
And the tender voice of my beloved.

Thank you, life, for giving me so much.
She gave me sound and the alphabet.
With them the words that I think and declare:
"Mother," "Friend," "Brother" and light brightening,
The way of the soul of my lover.

Thank you, life, for giving me so much.
She gave me the wandering of my tired feet.
With them I've walked cities and puddles
Valleys and deserts, mountains and plains.
And your house, your street and your courtyard.

Thank you, life, for giving me so much.
She gave me a heart, that shakes its contention,
When I see the fruit of the human brain,
When I see kindness so far from what is bad,
When I look inside your bright eyes...

Thank you, life, for giving me so much.
She gave me laughter as well as mourning.
With both I distinguish happiness from pain -
Two of the ingredients that conform my singing,
As well as your song, that is mine too,
And the song of all, that is my own singing.

Thank you life! Thank you life! Thank you life! Thank you life!
Pablo Neruda

Pablo Neruda: arguably the most influential Latin American poet of our time. Considered a poetic genius, the Picasso of poetry. It is because of his works that I became fascinated with poetry. These are some of his best works... and personal favorites. Do not read this as if it were a newspaper or a book. Take the time to analyze it... understand it... feel it... and savor it....
...You can say anything you want, yessir, but it's the words that sing, they soar and descend...I bow to them...I love them, I cling to them, I run them down, I bite into them, I melt them down...I love words so much...The unexpected ones...The ones I wait for greedily or stalk until, suddenly, they drop...
-Pablo Neruda
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Pablo Neruda

Born Neftalí Ricardo Reyes Basoalto
July 12, 1904
Parral, Chile

Died September 23, 1973 (aged 69)
Santiago, Chile

Occupation
Poet, Diplomat, Political figure

Notable award(s) Nobel Prize in Literature
1971
Pablo Neruda (July 12, 1904–September 23, 1973) was the pen name and, later, legal name of the Chilean writer and politician Neftalí Ricardo Reyes Basoalto.
With his works translated into many languages, Pablo Neruda is considered one of the greatest and most influential poets of the 20th century. Neruda was accomplished in a variety of styles ranging from erotically charged love poems like his collection Twenty Poems of Love and a Song of Despair, surrealist poems, historical epics, and overtly political manifestos. In 1971 Neruda won the Nobel Prize for Literature, a controversial award because of his political activism. Colombian novelist Gabriel García Márquez once called him "the greatest poet of the 20th century in any language".[1]

• From the Heights of Maccho Picchu by Pablo Neruda
• Translated by Jodey Bateman
•
• Rise up to be born with me, brother.
• Give me your hand from the deep
Zone seeded by your sorrow.
You won’t return from under the rocks.
You won’t return from your subterranean time.
Your hardened voice won’t return.
Your gouged-out eyes won’t return.
• Look at me from the depth of the earth,
laborer, weaver, silent shepherd:
tamer of wild llamas like spirit images:
construction worker on a daring scaffold:
waterer of the tears of the Andes:
jeweler with broken fingers:
farmer trembling as you sow:
potter, poured out into your clay:
bring to the cup of this new life
your old buried sorrows.
Show me your blood and your furrow,
Tell me, “Here I was punished,
Because the jewel didn’t shine or the earth
Didn’t yield grain or stones on time.”
Show me the stone you fell over
And the wood on which they crucified you,
Make a spark from the old flints for me,
For the old lamps to show the whips still stuck
After centuries in the old wounds
And the axes shining with blood.
I come to speak for your dead mouth.
Across the earth come together all
The silent worn-out lips
And from the depth speak to me all this long night
Like I was pinned down there with you.
Tell me all, chain by chain,
Link by link and step by step,
Sharpen the knives which you hid,
Put them in my breast and in my hand,
Like a river of yellow lighting
Like a river of buried jaguars
And let me weep, hours, days, years,
For blind ages, cycles of stars.
• Give me silence, water, hope.
• Give me struggle, iron, volcanoes.
• Stick bodies to me like magnets.
• Draw near to my veins and my mouth.
• Speak through my words and my blood.

Poetry_Poema20 (Pablo Neruda)
Veinte poemas de amor y una canción desesperada. Poema 20
Puedo escribir los versos mas tristes esta noche.
Escribir, por ejemplo: “La noche esta estrellada, y
tiritan, azules, los astros, a lo lejos”.
El viento de la noche gira en el cielo y canta.
Puedo escribir los versos mas tristes esta noche.
Yo la quise, y a veces ella también me quiso.
En las noches como esta la tuve entre mis brazos.
La bese tantas veces bajo el cielo infinito.
Ella me quiso, a veces yo también la quería.
Como no haber amado sus grandes ojos fijos.
Puedo escribir los versos mas tristes esta noche.
Pensar que no la tengo. Sentir que la he perdido.
Oír la noche inmensa, mas inmensa sin ella.
Y el verso cae al alma como al pasto el rocío.
Que importa que mi amor no pudiera guardarla.
La noche esta estrellada y ella no esta conmigo.
Eso es todo. A lo lejos alguien canta. A lo lejos.
Mi alma no se contenta con haberla perdido.
Como para acercarla mi mirada la busca.
Mi corazón la busca, y ella no esta conmigo.
La misma noche que hace blanquear los mismos arboles.
Nosotros, los de entonces, ya no somos los mismos.
Ya no la quiero, es cierto, pero cuanto la quise.
Mi voz buscaba el viento para tocar su oído.
De otro. Será de otro. Como antes de mis besos.
Su voz, su cuerpo claro. Sus ojos infinitos.
Ya no la quiero, es cierto, pero tal vez la quiero.
Es tan corto el amor, y es tan largo el olvido.
Porque en noches como esta la tuve entre mis brazos,
mi alma no se contenta con haberla perdido.
Aunque este sea el ultimo dolor que ella me causa,
y estos sean los últimos versos que yo le escribo.
Pablo Neruda

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
Write, for example, “The night is starry
and the stars are blue and shiver in the distance.”
The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.
Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.
Through nights like this one I held her in my arms.
I kissed her again and again under the endless sky.
She loved me, sometimes I loved her too.
How could one not have loved her great still eyes.
Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her.
To hear the immense night, still more immense without her.
And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.
What does it matter that my love could not keep her.
The night is starry and she is not with me.
This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance.
My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.
My sight tries to find her as though to bring her closer.
My heart looks for her, and she is not with me.
The same night whitening the same trees.
We, of that time, are no longer the same.
I no longer love her, that’s certain, but how I loved her.
My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing.
Another’s. She will be another’s. As she was before my kisses.
Her voice, her bright body. Her infinite eyes.
I no longer love her, that’s certain, but maybe I love her.
Love is so short, forgetting is so long.
Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms
my soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.
Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer
and these the last verses that I write for her.
Pablo Neruda

CRAVE YOUR MOUTH...

I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.
Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets.
Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day
I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.

I hunger for your sleek laugh,
your hands the color of a savage harvest,
hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails,
I want to eat your skin like a whole almond.

I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your lovely body,
the sovereign nose of your arrogant face,
I want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes,

and I pace around hungry, sniffing the twilight,
hunting for you, for your hot heart,
Like a puma in the barrens of Quitratue.

SONETO XI

Tengo hambre de tu boca, de tu voz, de tu pelo
y por las calles voy sin nutrirme, callado,
no me sostiene el pan, el alba me desquicia,
busco el sonido líquido de tus pies en el día.

Estoy hambriento de tu risa resbalada,
de tus manos color de furioso granero,
tengo hambre de la pálida piedra de tus uñas,
quiero comer tu piel como una intacta almendra.

Quiero comer el rayo quemado en tu hermosura,
la nariz soberana del arrogante rostro,
quiero comer la sombra fugaz de tus pestañas

y hambriento vengo y voy olfateando el crepúsculo
buscándote, buscando tu corazón caliente
como un puma en la soledad de Quitratúe.

THE WELL

At times you sink, you fall
into your hole of silence,
into your abyss of proud anger,
and you can scarcely
return, still bearing remnants
of what you found
in the depths of your existence.

My love, what do you find
in you closed well?
Seaweed, swamps, rocks?
What do you see with blind eyes,
bitter and wounded?

Darling, you will not find
in the well into which you fall
what I keep for you on the heights:
a bouquet of dewy jasmines,
a kiss deeper that your abyss.

Do not fear me, do not fall
into your rancor again.
Shake off my word that
came to wound you
and let it fly through the open window.

It will return to wound
without you guiding it
since it was laden with a harsh instant
and that instant will be disarmed in my breast.

Smile at me radiant
if my mouth wounds you
I am not a gentle shepherd
like the ones in fairy tales,
but a good woodsman who shares with you
earth, wind, and mountain thorns.

Love me, you, smile at me,
help me to be good.
Do not wound yourself in me,for it will be useless,
do not wound me because you wound yourself.

EL POZO

A veces te hundes, caes
en tu agujero de silencio,
en tu abismo de cólera orgullosa,
y apenas puedes
volver, aún con jirones
de lo que hallaste
en la profundidad de tu existencia.

Amor mío, qué encuentras
en tu pozo cerrado?
Algas, ciénagas, rocas?
Qué ves con ojos ciegos,
rencorosa y herida?

Mi vida, no hallarás
en el pozo en que caes
lo que yo guardo para ti en la altura:
un ramo de jazmines con rocío
un beso más profundo que tu abismo.

No me temas, no caigas
en tu rencor de nuevo.
Sacude la palabra mía
que vino a herirte
y déjala que vuele por la ventana abierta.

Ella volverá a herirme
sin que tú la dirijas
puesto que fue cargada con un instante duro
y ese instante será desarmado en mi pecho.

Sonríeme radiosa
si mi boca te hiere.
No soy un pastor dulce
como en los cuentos de hadas,
sino un buen leñador que comparte contigo
tierra, viento y espinas de los montes.

Ámame, tú, sonríeme,
ayúdame a ser bueno.
No te hieras en mí, que será inútil,
no me hieras a mí porque te hieres.

YOUR LAUGHTER

Take breath away from me, if you wish,
take air away, but
do not take from me your laughter.

Do not take away the rose,
the lanceflower that you pluck,
the water that suddenly
bursts forth in your joy,
the sudden wave
of silver born in you.

My struggle is harsh and I come back
with eyes tired
at times from having seen
the unchanging earth,
but when your laughter enters
it rises to the sky seeking me
and it opens for me all
the doors of life.

My love, in the darkest
hour you laughter
opens, and if suddenly
you see my blood staining
the stones of the street,
laugh, because your laughter
will be for my hands
like a fresh sword.

Next tot the sea in the autumn,
your laughter must raise
its foamy cascade
and in the spring, love,
I want your laughter like
the flower I was waiting for,
the blue flower, the rose
of my echoing country.

Laugh at the night,
at the day, at the moon,
laugh at the twisted
streets of the island,
laugh at this clumsy
boy who loves you,
but when I open
my eyes and close them,
when my steps go,
when my steps return,
deny me bread, air
light, spring,
but never your laughter
for I would die.

TU RISA

Quítame el pan si quieres,
quítame el aire, pero
no me quites tu risa.

No me quites la rosa,
la lanza que desgranas,
el agua que de pronto
estalla en tu alegría,
la repentina ola
de planta que te nace.

Mi lucha es dura y vuelvo
con los ojos cansados
a veces de haber visto
la tierra que no cambia,
pero al entrar tu risa
sube al cielo buscándome
y abre para mí todas
las puertas de la vida.

Amor mío, en la hora
más oscura desgrana
tu risa, y si de pronto
ves que mi sangre mancha
las piedras de la calle,
ríe, porque tu risa
será para mis manos
como una espada fresca.

Junto al mar en otoño,
tu risa debe alzar
su cascada de espuma,
y en primavera, amor,
quiero tu risa como
la flor que yo esperaba,
la flor azul, la rosa
de mi patria sonora.

Ríete de la noche,
del día, de la luna,
ríete de las calles
torcidas de la isla,
ríete de este torpe
muchacho que te quiere,
pero cuando yo abro
los ojos y los cierro,
cuando mis pasos van,
cuando vuelven mis pasos,
niégame el pan, el aire,
la luz, la primavera,
pero tu risa nunca
porque me moriría.

LOVE

Because of you, in gardens of blossoming flowers I ache from the
perfumes of spring.

I have forgotten your face, I no longer remember your hands;
how did your lips feel on mine?

Because of you, I love the white statues drowsing in the parks,
the white statues that have neither voice nor sight.

I have forgotten your voice, your happy voice; I have forgotten
your eyes.

Like a flower to its perfume, I am bound to my vague memory of
you. I live with pain that is like a wound; if you touch me, you will
do me irreparable harm.

Your caresses enfold me, like climbing vines on melancholy walls.
I have forgotten your love, yet I seem to glimpse you in every
window.

Because of you, the heady perfumes of summer pain me; because
of you, I again seek out the signs that precipitate desires: shooting
stars, falling objects.

UN AMOR

Por ti junto a los jardines recién florecidos me duelen
los perfumes de primavera.

He olvidado tu rostro, no recuerdo tus manos,
¿cómo besaban tus labios?

Por ti amo las blancas estatuas dormidas en los parques,
las blancas estatuas que no tienen voz ni mirada.

He olvidado tu voz, tu voz alegre.
He olvidado tus ojos.

Como una flor a su perfume, estoy atado a tu recuerdo impreciso.
Estoy cerca del dolor como una herida, si me tocas me dañarás irremediablemente.

Tus caricias me envuelven como las enredaderas a los muros sombríos.
He olvidado tu amor y sin embargo te adivino detrás de todas las ventanas.

Por ti me duelen los pesados perfumes del estío:
Por ti vuelvo a acechar los ginos que precipitan los deseos,
las estrellas en fuga, los objetos que caen.

IF YOU FORGET ME

I want you to know
one thing.

You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.

Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.

If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.

If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
remember
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.

But
if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine.

SI TÚ ME OLVIDAS

Quiero que sepas
una cosa.

Tú sabes cómo es esto:
si miro
la luna de cristal, la rama roja
del lento otoño en mi ventana,
si toco
junto al fuego
la impalpable ceniza
o el arrugado cuerpo de la leña,
todo me lleva a ti,
como si todo lo que existe,
aromas, luz, metales,
fueran pequeños barcos que navegan
hacia las islas tuyas que me aguardan.

Ahora bien,
si poco a poco dejas de quererme
dejaré de quererte poco a poco.

Si de pronto
me olvidas
no me busques,
que ya te habré olvidado.

Si consideras largo y loco
el viento de banderas
que pasa por mi vida
y te decides
a dejarme a la orilla
del corazón en que tengo raíces,
piensa
que en ese día,
a esa hora
levantaré los brazos
y saldrán mis raíces
a buscar otra tierra.

Pero
si cada día,
cada hora
sientes que a mí estás destinada
con dulzura implacable.
Si cada día sube
una flor a tus labios a buscarme,
ay amor mío, ay mía,
en mí todo ese fuego se repite,
en mí nada se apaga ni se olvida,
mi amor se nutre de tu amor, amada,
y mientras vivas estará en tus brazos
sin salir de los míos.

POETRY

And it was at that age...Poetry arrived
in search of me. I don't know, I don't know where
it came from, from winter or a river.
I don't know how or when,
no, they were not voices, they were not
words, nor silence,
but from a street I was summoned,
from the branches of night,
abruptly from the others,
among violent fires
or returning alone,
there I was without a face
and it touched me.

I did not know what to say, my mouth
had no way
with names
my eyes were blind,
and something started in my soul,
fever or forgotten wings,
and I made my own way,
deciphering
that fire
and I wrote the first faint line,
faint, without substance, pure
nonsense,
pure wisdom
of someone who knows nothing,
and suddenly I saw
the heavens
unfastened
and open,
planets,
palpitating planations,
shadow perforated,
riddled
with arrows, fire and flowers,
the winding night, the universe.

And I, infinitesimal being,
drunk with the great starry
void,
likeness, image of
mystery,
I felt myself a pure part
of the abyss,
I wheeled with the stars,
my heart broke free on the open sky.

POESIA

Y fue a esa edad . . . Llegó la poesía
a buscarme. No sé, no sé de dónde
salió, de inverno o río.
No sé cómo ni cuándo,
no, no eran voces, no eran
palabras, ni silencio,
pero desde una calle me llamaba,
desde las ramas de la noche
de pronto entre los otros,
entre fuegos violentos
o regresando solo,
allí estaba sin rostro
y me tocaba.

Yo no qué decir, mi boca
no sabía
nombrar,
mis ojos eran ciegos,
y algo golpeaba en mi alma,
fiebre o alas perdidas,
y me fui haciendo solo,
descifrando
aquella quemadura,
y escribí la primera línea vaga,
vaga sin cuerpo, pura
tontería,
pura sabiduría,
del que no sabe nada,
y vi de pronto
el cielo
desgranado
y abierto,
planetas,
plantaciones palpitantes,
la sombra perforada,
acribillada
por flechas, fuego y flores,
la noche arrolladora, el universo.

Y yo, minimo ser,
ebrio del gran vacío
constelado,
a semejanza, a imagen
del misterio,
me sentí parte pura
del abismo,
rodé con las estrellas,
mi corazón se desató en el viento.

SO THAT YOU WILL HEAR ME

So that you will hear me
my words
sometimes grow thin
as the tracks of the gulls on the beaches.

Necklace, drunken bell
for your hands as smooth as grapes.

And I watch my words from a long way off.
They are more yours than mine.
They climb on my old suffering ivy.

It climbs the same way on damp walls.
You are to blame for this cruel sport.

They are fleeing from my dark lair.
You fill everything, you fill everything.

Before you they are peopled in the solitude that you occupy,
and they are more used to my sadness than you are.

Now I want them to say what I want to say to you
and to make you hear as I wasn’t you to hear me.

The winds of anguish still hauls on them as usual.
Sometimes hurricanes of dreams still knock them over.

You listen to other voices in my painful voice
Lament of old mouths, blood of old supplications.
Love me, companion. Don’t forsake me. Follow me.
Follow me, companion, on this wave of anguish.

But my words become stained with your love.
You occupy everything, you occupy everything.

I am making them into an endless necklace
for your white hands, smooth as grapes.

Para que tú me oigas
mis palabras
se adelgazan a veces
como las huellas de las gaviotas en las playas.

Collar, cascabel ebrio
para tus manos suaves como las uvas.

Y las miro lejanas mis palabras.
Más que mías son tuyas.
Van trepando en mi viejo dolor como las yedras.

Ellas trepan así por las paredes húmedas.
Eres tú la culpable de este juego sangriento.

Ellas están huyendo de mi guarida oscura.
Todo lo llenas tú, todo lo llenas.

Antes que tú poblaron la soledad que ocupas,
y están acostumbradas más que tú a mi tristeza.

Ahora quiero que digan lo que quiero decirte
para que tú las oigas como quiero que me oigas.

El viento de la angustia aún las suele arrastrar.
Huracanes de sueños aún a veces las tumban.

Escuchas otras voces en mi voz dolorida.
Llanto de viejas bocas, sangre de viejas súplicas.
Ámame, compañera. No me abandones. Sígueme.
Sígueme, compañera, en esa ola de angustia.

Pero se van tiñendo con tu amor mis palabras.
Todo lo ocupas tú, todo lo ocupas.

Voy haciendo de todas un collar infinito
para tus blancas manos, suaves como las uvas.

THE INFINTE ONE

Do you see these hands? They have measured
the earth, they have separated
minerals and cereals,
they have made peace and war,
they have demolished the distances
of all the seas and rivers,
and yet,
when they move over you,
little one,
grain of wheat, swallow,
they can not encompass you,
they are weary seeking
the twin doves
that rest or fly in your breast,
they travel the distances of your legs,
they coil in the light of your waist.
For me you are a treasure more laden
with immensity than the sea and its branches
and you are white and blue and spacious like
the earth at vintage time.
In that territory,
from your feet to your brow,
walking, walking, walking,
I shall spend my life.

LA INFINITA

Ves estas manos? Han medido
la tierra, han separado
los minerales y los cereales,
han hecho la paz y la guerra,
han derribado las distancias
de todos los mares y ríos,
y sin embargo
cuando te recorren
a ti, pequeña,
grano de trigo, alondra,
no alcanzan a abarcarte,
se cansan alcanzando
las palomas gemelas
que reposan o vuelan en tu pecho,
recorren las distancias de tus piernas,
se enrollan en la luz de tu cintura.
Para mí eres tesoro más cargado
de inmensidad que el mar y sus racimos
y eres blanca y azul y extensa como
la tierra en la vendimia.
En ese territorio,
de tus pies a tu frente,
andando, andando, andando,
me pasaré la vida.

THE LETTER ON THE ROAD

Farewell, but you will be
with me, you will go within
a drop of blood circulating in my veins
or outside, a kiss that burns my Face
or a belt of fire at my waist.
My sweet, accept
the great love that came out of my life
and that in you found no territory
like the explorer lost
in the isles of bread and honey.
I found you after
the storm,
the rain washed the air
and in the water
your sweet feet gleamed like fishes.

Adored one, I am off to my fighting.

I shall scratch the earth to make you a cave
and there your Captain
will wait for you with flowers in the bed.
Think no more, my sweet,
about the anguish
that went on between us
like a bolt of phosphorous
leaving us perhaps its burning.
Peace arrived too because I return
to my land to fight,
and as I have a whole heart
with the share of blood that you gave me
forever,

and as
I have
my hands filled with your naked being,
look at me,
look at me,
look at me across the sea, for I go radiant,
look at me across the night through which I sail,
and sea and night are those eyes of yours.
I have not left you when I go away.
Now I am going to tell you:
my land will be yours,
I am going to conquer it,
not just to give it to you,
but for everyone,
for all my people.
The thief will come out of his tower some day.
And the invader will be expelled.
All the fruits of life
will grow in my hands
accustomed once to powder.
And I shall know how to touch the new flowers gently
because you taught me tenderness.
My sweet, adored one,
you will come with me to fight face to face
because your kisses live in my heart
like red banners,
and if I fall, not only
will earth cover me
but also this great love that you brought me
and that lived circulating in my blood.
You will come with me,
at that hour I wait for you,
at that hour and at every hour,
at every hour I wait for you.
And when the sadness that I hate comes
to knock at your door,
tell her that I am waiting for you
and when loneliness wants you to change
the ring in which my name is written,
tell loneliness to talk with me,
that I had to go away
because I am a soldier,
and that there where I am,
under rain or under
fire,
my love, I wait for you.
I wait for you in the harshest desert
and next to the flowering lemon tree,
in every place where there is life,
where spring is being born,
my love, I wait for you.
When they tell you: " That man
does not love you," remember
that my feet are alone in that night, and they seek
the sweet and tiny feet that I adore.
Love, when they tell you
that I have forgotten you, and even when
it is I who say it,
when I say it to you,
do not believe me,
who could and how could anyone
cut you from my heart
and who would receive
my blood
when I went bleeding toward you?
But still I can not
forget my people.
I am going to fight in each street,
behind each stone.
Your love also helps me:
it is a closed flower
that constantly fills me with its aroma
and that opens suddenly
within me like a great star.

My love, it is night.

The black water, the sleeping
world surround me.
Soon dawn will come,
and meanwhile I write you
to tell you: " I love you."
To tell you " I love you," care for,
clean, lift up,
defend
our love, my darling.
I leave it with you as if I left
a handful of earth with seeds.
From our love lives will be born.
In our love they will drink water.
Perhaps a day will come
when a man and a woman, like
us,
will touch this love and it will still have the strength
to burn the hands that touch it.
Who were we? What does it matter?
They will touch this fire and the fire,
my sweet, will say your simple name
and mine, the name
that only you knew, because you alone
upon earth know
who I am, and because nobody knew me like one,
like just one hand of yours,
because nobody
knew how or when
my heart was burning:
only your great dark eyes knew,
your wide mouth,
your skin, your breasts,
your belly, your insides,
and your soul that I awoke
so that it would go on
singing until the end of life.

Love, I am waiting for you.
Farewell, love, I am waiting for you.
Love, love, I am waiting for you.

And so this letter ends
with no sadness:
my feet are firm upon the earth,
my hand writes this letter on the road,
and in the midst of life I shall be
always
beside the friend, facing the enemy,
with your name on my mouth
and a kiss that never
broke away from yours.

LA CARTA EN EL CAMINO

Adios, pero conmigo
serás, irás adentro
de una gota de sangre que circule en mis venas
o fuera, beso que me abrasa el rostro
o cinturón de fuego en mi cintura.
Dulce mía, recibe
el gran amor que salió de mi vida
y que en ti no encontraba territorio
como el explorador perdido
en las islas del pan y de la miel.
Yo te encontré después
de la tormenta,
la lluvia lavó el aire
y en el agua
tus dulces pies brillaron como peces.

Adorada, me voy a mis combates.

Arañaré la tierra para hacerte una cueva
y allí tu Capitán
te esperará con flores en el lecho.
No pienses más, mi dulce,
en el tormento
que pasó entre nosotros
como un rayo de fósforo
dejándonos tal vez su quemadura.
La paz llegó también porque regreso.
a luchar a mi tierra,
y como tengo el corazón completo
con la parte de sangre que me diste
para siempre,
y como
llevo
las manos llenas de tu ser desnudo,
mírame,
mírame,
mírame por el mar, que voy radiante,
mírame por la noche que navego,
y mar y noche son los ojos tuyos.
No he salido de ti cuando me alejo.
Ahora voy a contarte:
mi tierra será tuya,
yo voy a conquistarla,
no sólo para dártela,
sino que para todos,
para todo mi pueblo.
Saldrá el ladrón de su torre algún día.
Y el invasor será expulsado.
Todos los frutos de la vida
crecerán en mis manos
acostumbrados antes a la pólvora.
Y sabré acariciar las nuevas flores
porque tú me enseñaste la ternura.
Dulce mía, adorada,
vendrás conmigo a luchar cuerpo a cuerpo
porque en mi corazón viven tus besos
como banderas rojas,
y si caigo, no sólo
me cubrirá la tierra
sino este gran amor que me trajiste
y que vivió circulando en mi sangre.
Vendrás conmigo,
en esa hora te espero,
en esa hora y en todas las horas,
en todas las horas te espero.
Y cuando venga la tristeza que odio
a golpear a tu puerta,
dile que yo te espero
y cuando la soledad quiera que cambies
la sortija en que está mi nombre escrito,
dile a la soledad que hable conmigo,
que yo debí marcharme
porque soy un soldado,
y que allí donde estoy,
bajo la lluvia o bajo
el fuego,
amor mío, te espero,
te espero en el desierto más duro
y junto al limonero florecido:
en todas partes donde esté la vida,
donde la primavera está naciendo,
amor mío, te espero.
Cuando te digan "Ese hombre
no te quiere", recuerda
que mis pies están solos en esa noche, y buscan
los dulces y pequeños pies que adoro.
Amor, cuando te digan
que te olvidé, y aun cuando
sea yo quien lo dice,
cuando yo te lo diga,
no me creas,
quién y cómo podrían
cortarte de mi pecho
y quién recibiría
mi sangre
cuando hacia ti me fuera desangrando?
Pero tampoco puedo
olvidar a mi pueblo.
Voy a luchar en cada calle,
detrás de cada piedra.
Tu amor también me ayuda:
es una flor cerrada
que cada vez me llena con su aroma
y que se abre de pronto
dentro de mí como una gran estrella.

Amor mío, es de noche.

El agua negra, el mundo
dormido, me rodean.
Vendrá luego la aurora
y yo mientras tanto te escribo
para decirte: "Te amo".
Para decirte "Te amo", cuida,
limpia, levanta,
defiende
nuestro amor, alma mía.
Yo te lo dejo como si dejara
un puñado de tierra con semillas.
De nuestro amor nacerán vidas.
En nuestro amor beberán agua.
Tal vez llegará un día
en que un hombre
y una mujer, iguales
a nosotros,
tocarán este amor, y aún tendrá fuerza
para quemar las manos que lo toquen.
Quiénes fuimos? Qué importa?
Tocarán este fuego
y el fuego, dulce mía, dirá tu simple nombre
y el mío, el nombre
que tú sola supiste porque tú sola
sobre la tierra sabes
quién soy, y porque nadie me conoció como una,
como una sola de tus manos,
porque nadie
supo cómo, ni cuándo
mi corazón estuvo ardiendo:
tan sólo
tus grandes ojos pardos lo supieron,
tu ancha boca,
tu piel, tus pechos,
tu vientre, tus entrañas
y el alma tuya que yo desperté
para que se quedara
cantando hasta el fin de la vida.

Amor, te espero.

Adiós, amor, te espero.

Amor, amor, te espero.

Y así esta carta se termina
sin ninguna tristeza:
están firmes mis pies sobre la tierra,
mi mano escribe esta carta en el camino,
y en medio de la vida estaré
siempre
junto al amigo, frente al enemigo,
con tu nombre en la boca
y un beso que jamás
se apartó de la tuya.

POEM 10

We have lost even this twilight.
No one saw us this evening hand in hand
while the blue night dropped on the world.

I have seen from my window
the fiesta of sunset in the distant mountain tops.

Sometimes a piece of sun
burned like a coin in my hand.

I remembered you with my soul clenched
in that sadness of mine that you know.

Where were you then?
Who else was there?
Saying what?
Why will the whole of love come on me suddenly
when I am sad and feel you are far away?

The book fell that always closed at twilight
and my blue sweater rolled like a hurt dog at my feet.

Always, always you recede through the evenings
toward the twilight erasing statues.

POEMA 10

Hemos perdido aun este crepúsculo.
Nadie nos vio esta tarde con las manos unidas
mientras la noche azul caía sobre el mundo.

He visto desde mi ventana
la fiesta del poniente en los cerros lejanos.

A veces como una moneda
se encendía un pedazo de sol entre mis manos.

Yo te recordaba con el alma apretada
de esa tristeza que tú me conoces.

Entonces, dónde estabas?
Entre qué gentes?
Diciendo qué palabras?
Por qué se me vendrá todo el amor de golpe
cuando me siento triste, y te siento lejana?

Cayó el libro que siempre se toma en el crepúsculo,
y como un perro herido rodó a mis pies mi capa.

Siempre, siempre te alejas en las tardes
hacia donde el crepúsculo corre borrando estatuas.

POEM 20

I can write the saddest verses of all tonight.

Write, for instance: "The night is full of stars,
and the stars, blue, shiver in the distance."

The night wind whirls in the sky and sings.

I can write the saddest verses of all tonight.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.

On nights like this, I held her in my arms.
I kissed her so many times under the infinite sky.

She loved me, sometimes I loved her.
How could I not have loved her large, still eyes?

I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.
To think I don't have her. To feel that I've lost her.

To hear the immense night, more immense without her.
And the poem falls to the soul as dew to grass.

What does it matter that my love couldn't keep her.
The night is full of stars and she is not with me.

That's all. Far away, someone sings. Far away.
My soul is lost without her.

As if to bring her near, my eyes search for her.
My heart searches for her and she is not with me.

The same night that whitens the same trees.
We, we who were, we are the same no longer.

I no longer love her, true, but how much I loved her.
My voice searched the wind to touch her ear.

Someone else's. She will be someone else's. As she once
belonged to my kisses.
Her voice, her light body. Her infinite eyes.

I no longer love her, true, but perhaps I love her.
Love is so short and oblivion so long.

Because on nights like this I held her in my arms,
my soul is lost without her.

Although this may be the last pain she causes me,
and these may be the last verses I write for her.

POEMA 20

Puedo escribir los versos más tristes esta noche.

Escribir, por ejemplo: "La noche está estrellada,
y tiritan, azules, los astros, a lo lejos."

El viento de la noche gira en el cielo y canta.

Puedo escribir los versos más tristes esta noche.
Yo la quise, y a veces ella también me quiso.

En las noches como ésta la tuve entre mis brazos.
La besé tantas veces bajo el cielo infinito.

Ella me quiso, a veces yo también la quería.
Cómo no haber amado sus grandes ojos fijos.

Puedo escribir los versos más tristes esta noche.
Pensar que no la tengo. Sentir que la he perdido.

Oír la noche inmensa, más inmensa sin ella.
Y el verso cae al alma como al pasto el rocío.

Qué importa que mi amor no pudiera guardarla.
La noche está estrellada y ella no está conmigo.

Eso es todo. A lo lejos alguien canta. A lo lejos.
Mi alma no se contenta con haberla perdido.

Como para acercarla mi mirada la busca.
Mi corazón la busca, y ella no está conmigo.

La misma noche que hace blanquear los mismos árboles.
Nosotros, los de entonces, ya no somos los mismos.

Ya no la quiero, es cierto, pero cuánto la quise.
Mi voz buscaba el viento para tocar su oído.

De otro. Será de otro. Como antes de mis besos.
Su voz, su cuerpo claro. Sus ojos infinitos.

Ya no la quiero, es cierto, pero tal vez la quiero.
Es tan corto el amor, y es tan largo el olvido.

Porque en noches como ésta la tuve entre mis brazos,
Mi alma no se contenta con haberla perdido.

Aunque éste sea el último dolor que ella me causa,
y éstos sean los últimos versos que yo le escribo.

SONNET LXVI

I do not love you except because I love you;
I go from loving to not loving you,
From waiting to not waiting for you
My heart moves from cold to fire.

I love you only because it's you the one I love;
I hate you deeply, and hating you Bend to you,
and the measure of my changing love for you
Is that I do not see you but love you blindly.

Maybe January light will consume
My heart with its cruel
Ray, stealing my key to true calm.

In this part of the story I am the one who Dies,
and I will die of love because I love you,
Because I love you, Love, in fire and blood.

SONETO LXVI

No te quiero sino porque te quiero
y de quererte a no quererte llego
y de esperarte cuando no te espero
pasa mi corazón del frío al fuego.

Te quiero sólo porque a ti te quiero,
te odio sin fin, y odiándote te ruego,
y la medida de mi amor viajero
es no verte y amarte como un ciego.

Tal vez consumirá la luz de Enero,
su rayo cruel, mi corazón entero,
robándome la llave del sosiego.

En esta historia sólo yo me muero
y moriré de amor porque te quiero,
porque te quiero, amor, a sangre y fuego.

SONNET XXV

Before I loved you, Love, nothing was my own:
I wavered through the streets, among objects:
nothing mattered or had a name:
the world was made of air, which waited.

I knew rooms full of ashes,
tunnels where the moon lived,
rough warehouses that growled get lost,
questions that insisted in the sand.

Everything was empty, dead, mute,
fallen, abandoned, and decayed:
inconceivably alien, it all

belonged to someone else -- to no one:
till your beauty and your poverty
filled the autumn plentiful with gifts.

SONETO XXV

Antes de amarte, amor, nada era mío:
vacilé por las calles y las cosas:
nada contaba ni tenía nombre:
el mundo era del aire que esperaba.

Yo conocí salones cenicientos,
túneles habitados por la luna,
hangares crueles que se despedían,
preguntas que insistían en la arena.

Todo estaba vacío, muerto y mudo,
caído, abandonado y decaído,
todo era inalienablemente ajeno,

todo era de los otros y de nadie,
hasta que tu belleza y tu pobreza
llenaron el otoño de regalos.

SONNET XVII

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way

that this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.

SONETO XVII

No te amo como si fueras rosa de sal, topacio
o flecha de claveles que propagan el fuego:
te amo como se aman ciertas cosas oscuras,
secretamente, entre la sombra y el alma.

Te amo como la planta que no florece y lleva
dentro de sí, escondida, la luz de aquellas flores,
y gracias a tu amor vive oscuro en mi cuerpo
el apretado aroma que ascendió de la tierra.

Te amo sin saber cómo, ni cuándo, ni de dónde,
te amo directamente sin problemas ni orgullo:
así te amo porque no sé amar de otra manera,

sino así de este modo en que no soy ni eres,
tan cerca que tu mano sobre mi pecho es mía,
tan cerca que se cierran tus ojos con mi sueño.

SONNET XLV

Don't go far off, not even for a day, because --
because -- I don't know how to say it: a day is long
and I will be waiting for you, as in an empty station
when the trains are parked off somewhere else, asleep.

Don't leave me, even for an hour, because
then the little drops of anguish will all run together,
the smoke that roams looking for a home will drift
into me, choking my lost heart.

Oh, may your silhouette never dissolve on the beach;
may your eyelids never flutter into the empty distance.
Don't leave me for a second, my dearest,

because in that moment you'll have gone so far
I'll wander mazily over all the earth, asking,
Will you come back? Will you leave me here, dying?

SONETO XLV

No estés lejos de mí un solo día, porque cómo,
porque, no sé decirlo, es largo el día,
y te estaré esperando como en las estaciones
cuando en alguna parte se durmieron los trenes.

No te vayas por una hora porque entonces
en esa hora se juntan las gotas del desvelo
y tal vez todo el humo que anda buscando casa
venga a matar aún mi corazón perdido.

Ay que no se quebrante tu silueta en la arena,
ay que no vuelen tus párpados en la ausencia:
no te vayas por un minuto, bienamada,

porque en ese minuto te habrás ido tan lejos
que yo cruzaré toda la tierra preguntando
si volverás o si me dejarás muriendo.

SONNET VI

Lost in the forest, I broke off a dark twig
and lifted its whisper to my thirsty lips:
maybe it was the voice of the rain crying,
a cracked bell, or a torn heart.
Something from far off it seemed
deep and secret to me, hidden by the earth,
a shout muffled by huge autumns,
by the moist half-open darkness of the leaves.

Wakening from the dreaming forest there, the hazel-sprig
sang under my tongue, its drifting fragrance
climbed up through my conscious mind

as if suddenly the roots I had left behind
cried out to me, the land I had lost with my childhood---
and I stopped, wounded by the wandering scent.

SONETO VI

En los bosques, perdido, corté una rama oscura
y a los labios, sediento, levanté su susurro:
era tal vez la voz de la lluvia llorando,
una campana rota o un corazón cortado.

Algo que desde tan lejos me parecía
oculto gravemente, cubierto por la tierra,
un grito ensordecido por inmensos otoños,
por la entreabierta y húmeda tiniebla de las hojas.

Pero allí, despertando de los sueños del bosque,
la rama de avellano cantó bajo mi boca
y su errabundo olor trepó por mi criterio

como si me buscaran de pronto las raíces
que abandoné, la tierra perdida con mi infancia,
y me detuve herido por el aroma errante.

SONNET XVIII

Here I love you.
In the dark pines the wind disentangles itself.
The moon glows like phosphorous
on the vagrant waters.
Days, all one kind, go chasing each other.

The snow unfurls in dancing figures.
A silver gull slips down from the west.
Sometimes a sail. High, high stars.

Oh the black cross of a ship.
Alone.
Sometimes I get up early and even my soul is wet.
Far away the sea sounds and resounds.
This is a port.
Here I love you.

Here I love you and the horizon hides you in vain.
I love you still among these cold things.
Sometimes my kisses go on those heavy vessels
that cross the sea towards no arrival.

I see myself forgotten like those old anchors.
The piers sadden when the afternoon moors there.
My life grows tired, hungry to no purpose.
I love what I do not have. You are so far.

My loathing wrestles with the slow twilights.
But night comes and starts to sing to me.
The moon turns its clockwork dream.

The biggest stars look at me with your eyes.
And as I love you, the pines in the wind
want to sing your name with their leaves of wire.

SONETO XVIII

Aquí te amo.
En los oscuros pinos se desenreda el viento.
Fosforece la luna
sobre las aguas errantes.
Andan días iguales persiguiéndose.

Se desciñe la niebla en danzantes figuras.
Una gaviota de plata se descuelga del ocaso.
A veces una vela. Altas, altas estrellas.

O la cruz negra de un barco.
Solo.
A veces amanezco, y hasta mi alma está húmeda.
Suena, resuena el mar lejano.
Este es un puerto.
Aquí te amo.

Aquí te amo y en vano te oculta el horizonte.
Te estoy amando aún entre estas frías cosas.
A veces van mis besos en esos barcos graves,
que corren por el mar hacia donde no llegan.

Ya me veo olvidado como estas viejas anclas.
Son más tristes los muelles cuando atraca la tarde.
Se fatiga mi vida inútilmente hambrienta.
Amo lo que no tengo. Estás tú tan distante.

Mi hastío forcejea con los lentos crepúsculos.
Pero la noche llega y comienza a cantarme.
la luna hace girar su rodaje de sueño.

Me miran con tus ojos las estrellas más grandes.
Y como yo te amo, los pinos en el viento,
quieren cantar tu nombre con sus hojas de alambre.

Ode To Conger Chowder
In the storm-tossed
Chilean
sea
lives the rosy conger,
giant eel
of snowy flesh.
And in Chilean
stewpots,
along the coast,
was born the chowder,
thick and succulent,
a boon to man.
You bring the conger, skinned,
to the kitchen
(its mottled skin slips off
like a glove,
leaving the
grape of the sea
exposed to the world),
naked,
the tender eel
glistens,
prepared
to serve our appetites.
Now
you take
garlic,
first, caress
that precious
ivory,
smell
its irate fragrance,
then
blend the minced garlic
with onion
and tomato
until the onion
is the color of gold.
Meanwhile steam
our regal
ocean prawns,
and when
they are
tender,
when the savor is
set in a sauce
combining the liquors
of the ocean
and the clear water
released from the light of the onion,
then
you add the eel
that it may be immersed in glory,
that it may steep in the oils
of the pot,
shrink and be saturated.
Now all that remains is to
drop a dollop of cream
into the concoction,
a heavy rose,
then slowly
deliver
the treasure to the flame,
until in the chowder
are warmed
the essences of Chile,
and to the table
come, newly wed,
the savors
of land and sea,
that in this dish
you may know heaven.
________________________________________
Ode To Wine

Day-colored wine,
night-colored wine,
wine with purple feet
or wine with topaz blood,
wine,
starry child
of earth,
wine, smooth
as a golden sword,
soft
as lascivious velvet,
wine, spiral-seashelled
and full of wonder,
amorous,
marine;
never has one goblet contained you,
one song, one man,
you are choral, gregarious,
at the least, you must be shared.
At times
you feed on mortal
memories;
your wave carries us
from tomb to tomb,
stonecutter of icy sepulchers,
and we weep
transitory tears;
your
glorious
spring dress
is different,
blood rises through the shoots,
wind incites the day,
nothing is left
of your immutable soul.
Wine
stirs the spring, happiness
bursts through the earth like a plant,
walls crumble,
and rocky cliffs,
chasms close,
as song is born.
A jug of wine, and thou beside me
in the wilderness,
sang the ancient poet.
Let the wine pitcher
add to the kiss of love its own.

My darling, suddenly
the line of your hip
becomes the brimming curve
of the wine goblet,
your breast is the grape cluster,
your nipples are the grapes,
the gleam of spirits lights your hair,
and your navel is a chaste seal
stamped on the vessel of your belly,
your love an inexhaustible
cascade of wine,
light that illuminates my senses,
the earthly splendor of life.

But you are more than love,
the fiery kiss,
the heat of fire,
more than the wine of life;
you are
the community of man,
translucency,
chorus of discipline,
abundance of flowers.
I like on the table,
when we're speaking,
the light of a bottle
of intelligent wine.
Drink it,
and remember in every
drop of gold,
in every topaz glass,
in every purple ladle,
that autumn labored
to fill the vessel with wine;
and in the ritual of his office,
let the simple man remember
to think of the soil and of his duty,
to propagate the canticle of the wine.
________________________________________
Ode To Tomatoes
The street
filled with tomatoes,
midday,
summer,
light is
halved
like
a
tomato,
its juice
runs
through the streets.
In December,
unabated,
the tomato
invades
the kitchen,
it enters at lunchtime,
takes
its ease
on countertops,
among glasses,
butter dishes,
blue saltcellars.
It sheds
its own light,
benign majesty.
Unfortunately, we must
murder it:
the knife
sinks
into living flesh,
red
viscera
a cool
sun,
profound,
inexhaustible,
populates the salads
of Chile,
happily, it is wed
to the clear onion,
and to celebrate the union
we
pour
oil,
essential
child of the olive,
onto its halved hemispheres,
pepper
adds
its fragrance,
salt, its magnetism;
it is the wedding
of the day,
parsley
hoists
its flag,
potatoes
bubble vigorously,
the aroma
of the roast
knocks
at the door,
it's time!
come on!
and, on
the table, at the midpoint
of summer,
the tomato,
star of earth, recurrent
and fertile
star,
displays
its convolutions,
its canals,
its remarkable amplitude
and abundance,
no pit,
no husk,
no leaves or thorns,
the tomato offers
its gift
of fiery color
and cool completeness.
________________________________________
Ode To Maize
America, from a grain
of maize you grew
to crown
with spacious lands
the ocean foam.
A grain of maize was your geography.
>From the grain
a green lance rose,
was covered with gold,
to grace the heights
of Peru with its yellow tassels.

But, poet, let
history rest in its shroud;
praise with your lyre
the grain in its granaries:
sing to the simple maize in the kitchen.

First, a fine beard
fluttered in the field
above the tender teeth
of the young ear.
Then the husks parted
and fruitfulness burst its veils
of pale papyrus
that grains of laughter
might fall upon the earth.
To the stone,
in your journey,
you returned.
Not to the terrible stone,
the bloody
triangle of Mexican death,
but to the grinding stone,
sacred
stone of your kitchens.
There, milk and matter,
strength-giving, nutritious
cornmeal pulp,
you were worked and patted
by the wondrous hands
of dark-skinned women.

Wherever you fall, maize,
whether into the
splendid pot of partridge, or among
country beans, you light up
the meal and lend it
your virginal flavor.

Oh, to bite into
the steaming ear beside the sea
of distant song and deepest waltz.
To boil you
as your aroma
spreads through
blue sierras.

But is there
no end
to your treasure?

In chalky, barren lands
bordered
by the sea, along
the rocky Chilean coast,
at times
only your radiance
reaches the empty
table of the miner.

Your light, your cornmeal, your hope
pervades America's solitudes,
and to hunger
your lances
are enemy legions.

Within your husks,
like gentle kernels,
our sober provincial
children's hearts were nurtured,
until life began
to shuck us from the ear.
________________________________________
Ode To a Large Tuna in the Market
Among the market greens,
a bullet
from the ocean
depths,
a swimming
projectile,
I saw you,
dead.

All around you
were lettuces,
sea foam
of the earth,
carrots,
grapes,
but
of the ocean
truth,
of the unknown,
of the
unfathomable
shadow, the
depths
of the sea,
the abyss,
only you had survived,
a pitch-black, varnished
witness
to deepest night.

Only you, well-aimed
dark bullet
from the abyss,
mangled at one tip,
but constantly
reborn,
at anchor in the current,
winged fins
windmilling
in the swift
flight
of
the
marine
shadow,
a mourning arrow,
dart of the sea,
olive, oily fish.

I saw you dead,
a deceased king
of my own ocean,
green
assault, silver
submarine fir,
seed
of seaquakes,
now
only dead remains,
yet
in all the market
yours
was the only
purposeful form
amid
the bewildering rout
of nature;
amid the fragile greens
you were
a solitary ship,
armed
among the vegetables,
fin and prow black and oiled,
as if you were still
the vessel of the wind,
the one and only
pure
ocean
machine:
unflawed, navigating
the waters of death.
________________________________________
Ode To a Chestnut on the Ground
From bristly foliage
you fell
complete, polished wood, gleaming mahogany,
as perfect
as a violin newly
born of the treetops,
that falling
offers its sealed-in gifts,
the hidden sweetness
that grew in secret
amid birds and leaves,
a model of form,
kin to wood and flour,
an oval instrument
that holds within it
intact delight, an edible rose.
In the heights you abandoned
the sea-urchin burr
that parted its spines
in the light of the chestnut tree;
through that slit
you glimpsed the world,
birds
bursting with syllables,
starry
dew
below,
the heads of boys
and girls,
grasses stirring restlessly,
smoke rising, rising.
You made your decision,
chestnut, and leaped to earth,
burnished and ready,
firm and smooth
as the small breasts
of the islands of America.
You fell,
you struck
the ground,
but
nothing happened,
the grass
still stirred, the old
chestnut sighed with the mouths
of a forest of trees,
a red leaf of autumn fell,
resolutely, the hours marched on
across the earth.
Because you are
only
a seed,
chestnut tree, autumn, earth,
water, heights, silence
prepared the germ,
the floury density,
the maternal eyelids
that buried will again
open toward the heights
the simple majesty of foliage,
the dark damp plan
of new roots,
the ancient but new dimensions
of another chestnut tree in the earth.
________________________________________
Ode To an Artichoke
The artichoke
of delicate heart
erect
in its battle-dress, builds
its minimal cupola;
keeps
stark
in its scallop of
scales.
Around it,
demoniac vegetables
bristle their thicknesses,
devise
tendrils and belfries,
the bulb's agitations;
while under the subsoil
the carrot
sleeps sound in its
rusty mustaches.
Runner and filaments
bleach in the vineyards,
whereon rise the vines.
The sedulous cabbage
arranges its petticoats;
oregano
sweetens a world;
and the artichoke
dulcetly there in a gardenplot,
armed for a skirmish,
goes proud
in its pomegranate
burnishes.
Till, on a day,
each by the other,
the artichoke moves
to its dream
of a market place
in the big willow
hoppers:
a battle formation.
Most warlike
of defilades-
with men
in the market stalls,
white shirts
in the soup-greens,
artichoke field marshals,
close-order conclaves,
commands, detonations,
and voices,
a crashing of crate staves.

And
Maria
come
down
with her hamper
to
make trial
of an artichoke:
she reflects, she examines,
she candles them up to the light like an egg,
never flinching;
she bargains,
she tumbles her prize
in a market bag
among shoes and a
cabbage head,
a bottle
of vinegar; is back
in her kitchen.
The artichoke drowns in a pot.

So you have it:
a vegetable, armed,
a profession
(call it an artichoke)
whose end
is millennial.
We taste of that
sweetness,
dismembering scale after scale.
We eat of a halcyon paste:
it is green at the artichoke heart.
________________________________________
Ode To a Lemon
Out of lemon flowers
loosed
on the moonlight, love's
lashed and insatiable
essences,
sodden with fragrance,
the lemon tree's yellow
emerges,
the lemons
move down
from the tree's planetarium

Delicate merchandise!
The harbors are big with it-
bazaars
for the light and the
barbarous gold.
We open
the halves
of a miracle,
and a clotting of acids
brims
into the starry
divisions:
creation's
original juices,
irreducible, changeless,
alive:
so the freshness lives on
in a lemon,
in the sweet-smelling house of the rind,
the proportions, arcane and acerb.

Cutting the lemon
the knife
leaves a little cathedral:
alcoves unguessed by the eye
that open acidulous glass
to the light; topazes
riding the droplets,
altars,
aromatic facades.

So, while the hand
holds the cut of the lemon,
half a world
on a trencher,
the gold of the universe
wells
to your touch:
a cup yellow
with miracles,
a breast and a nipple
perfuming the earth;
a flashing made fruitage,
the diminutive fire of a planet.
________________________________________
Ode To Salt
This salt
in the saltcellar
I once saw in the salt mines.
I know
you won't
believe me,
but
it sings,
salt sings, the skin
of the salt mines
sings
with a mouth smothered
by the earth.
I shivered in those solitudes
when I heard
the voice of
the salt
in the desert.
Near Antofagasta
the nitrous
pampa
resounds:
a broken
voice,
a mournful
song.

In its caves
the salt moans, mountain
of buried light,
translucent cathedral,
crystal of the sea, oblivion
of the waves.

And then on every table
in the world,
salt,
we see your piquant
powder
sprinkling
vital light
upon
our food. Preserver
of the ancient
holds of ships,
discoverer
on
the high seas,
earliest
sailor
of the unknown, shifting
byways of the foam.
Dust of the sea, in you
the tongue receives a kiss
from ocean night:
taste imparts to every seasoned
dish your ocean essence;
the smallest,
miniature
wave from the saltcellar
reveals to us
more than domestic whiteness;
in it, we taste infinitude.

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OH! well, I was in an exterchange crocheted things last year, but my health sometimes plays me bad tricks, so just 2 weeks after the deadline, I sent my package!!, poor partner, thinking why her secret buddy could forget Xmas package. NO Tami, I was only late poor dear, and I realize that I have so many patterns of my own, never shared, and oops, just a few minutes ago, I just posted my first one, a pair of socks, they are so cozy, and fast, but as always thinking -Who will want my pattern??. And today I said, ok, I will post this one, with my very special spelling, (odd btw), and let us see.....

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Autumn Reminiscence, hairpinlace socks
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Submitted by honeyvarita on 13 January 2009 - 12:41am.

Categorized As: First Crochet Me Issue General Socks & Slippers 2 - Fine Animal Fiber Hairpin lace socks
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Enjoy!

Introduction
Autumn Reminiscence
I know, it could sounds weird, but I do like socks ( made by me, lol), and hairpin lace. So here I joined the two things together. Now is hot here (Chile), and I had the perfect fall colors yarn.
It is not my first pair, so I know it works, but as always, everybody loves my socks....
Enjoy!

Materials List
-2 ply yarn (mine is 100% wool) 3 oz,
-3mm (near #3 steel American) hook
-3/4" hairpin (homemade, just with wire, and a little help of my friends)

Finished Size
Small and average woman
The size I use is for small and average woman, but you can adjust it as you go.

Gauge
70 loops each side 14" long, 1/2" wide.

Notes
Hairpin lace tutorials are found in different links.

The Pattern
For an average (small) woman,
10 stripes of 80 (70)loops eacch side,
10 stripes of 35 (25) loops (for sole),
10 stripes 45 loops for the leg.
Do use a marker (I use a safety pin), where you end every row, so they go the same way when you join them.
Zig-zag strip joining
There will be 3 holes, one for the leg, the other for the toes and the middle for the heel.
Work all loose ends.
Join one (main) yarn with the hook, and work evenly sc.
Toes and heel, place markers at both sides.
2-10 th row sc diminish at both sides where the markers are.
Measure your feet, as they must feel cozy, so you can add-substract some rows. Sew the ends.
Leg, Do a sc round, and then a shell (1 sc 1 hdc 1 dc 1 hdc 1 sc)the next, skip 2 sc and do another shell.
Use a baby cord, or twisted yarn cord for ornament, as they will fit very comfortable.
I made an accent with some irish crochet leaves.

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How do essential oils work?
-applied to the skin: At the right dillution with a carrier oil
-inhaled: to the lungs, going to the bloodstream, circulate through the body, acting direct in some organs. Not a proven theory
by the olfactory system : Interaction with the limbic system, or the "emotional brain" . Well tested, by EEG, lavender can raise alpha waves, calming us, others are energizers.
-ingested: only trained physicians and pharmacists can prescribe and dispense them. Although infutions of spearmint and other herbs is a common practice for all of us.

Here I will just talk about their uses in massages, and inhalation, their properties, positives and negatives. We want to feel better, with a warm smell in winter, fresh in summertime, help us with our mood changes, stress, help with our aches, prevent some diseases.
The very first blend I use was for my headaches, and they really worked, then came the "Four thieves blend", funny name, but it is a strong disinfictant, used in a diffussor it helps to prevent colds, flu, and other diseases.
"Smell is a potent wizard that transport us across thousands of miles and all years we have lived" Helen Keller

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Almond Butter, Ultra Refined
Almond Butter is derived from sweet Almonds and obtained by cold pressing of selected fruits followed by a full refining process. The natural oil contains essential fatty acids, but also contains unsaponifiables as natural waxes or paraffins. This butter makes an ideal massage or carrier oil and adds moisturizing properties to soaps, creams and lotions. In cosmetic preparations, the feel and behavior of Almond Butter is somewhat similar to that of shea butter.

Almond Oil, Sweet
Sweet Almond oil is cold pressed from the dried kernels of the almond tree and is an excellent emollient to help the skin balance the loss and absorption of moisture. Sweet almond is one of the most popularly used carrier oils in aromatherapy and massage and soapmaking. This oil has a fine texture and is easily absorbed, helping to leave the skin soft and smooth without leaving a greasy feel. Not only does this oil help protect the skin's surface, but it also acts as a conditioner to help promote a clear, clean, young looking complexion. It has a rich concentration of oleic and linoleic essential fatty acids and is known to help repair the skin's lipid matrix barrier. Sweet almond oil an also be used as one of the main ingredients in soaps and lotions. This oil saponifies easily and produces a mild conditioning soap with stable thick dense lather. Use as a percentage of fats or add at trace. Recommended use is one ounce per pound of fats. Sweet almond oil has a shelf life of six months to a year.

Aloe Vera
Aloe is a member of the lily family, but is closer in resemblance to a cactus. It has been used since ancient times due to its beneficial effects on skin. The finest most concentrated extract of aloe vera is obtained from the innermost flesh of the aloe vera leaf. Aloe vera juice, extract and oil is said to encourage skin rejuvenation and promote healing of wounds and treatment of sunburn. It is a superb penetrating moisturizing agent that helps stimulate the body's immune system while being naturally hypoallergenic. It has close to the same pH as our own skin. Aloe vera is considered safe to use with no known side effects. Aloe vera has an average shelf life of six months to one year.

Aloe Vera Butter
Aloe Butter is an extraction of aloe vera using a coconut fatty fraction to produce a soft solid which melts on contact with the skin. Suitable for a variety of skin care applications for lotions, soaps, skin creams and lip balms to enhance moisturization. See also "aloe vera".

Aloe Vera Oil
Treat your skin to the soothing properties of this unique oil plant extract in soaps, lotions, creams, lip balms, body butters and any other application where your skin needs the soothing treatment of the fabulous aloe vera. Aloe vera oil is a moisturizer that is very effective in helping to heal skin irritation, promote new skin growth and help stall the aging process. This is amazingly moisturizing and smoothing. Use as little as 3% to as much as 100% to feel the benefits of this pale golden, odorless, silky oil.

Ayurvedic Fixed Oil
This oil is extracted from pressing of the fruit of the amla or indian gooseberry tree of India and is often used to treat hair and scalp and to promote stronger healthier growth of the hair due to its ability to penetrate the scalp. Most often used in hot oil treatments, conditioners and shampoos. This oil has an average shelf life of up to two years.

Apricot Kernel Oil
This is is a medium lightweight oil that contains skin softening, nourishing, and revitalizing properties and is particularly helpful for dehydrated, delicate, mature and sensitive skin. This finely textured oil spreads easily and is particularly rich in both oleic acid and linoleic acid. Apricot kernel oil is an effective replacement for sweet almond oil in soap and toiletry formulations. It is a highly unsaturated emollient that provides naturally moisturizing and nourishing EFAs in a dry, non-greasy form. This oil can be used in any cosmetic product as an active principle ingredient or as a carrier in the oily phase, without any proportion limit. Keep away from light and heat. It has a shelf life of six months to a year.

Avocado Oil
Although usually classed as a "vegetable oil", the avocado is really a fruit that can yield a staggering 30% oil by weight. This oil is heavy, deeply penetrating and rich in vitamins A and D, lecithin, potassium, and vitamin E. Crude avocado oil is greenish yellow in color as it still contains some chlorophyll. It is classified as a mono-unsaturated oil and is used for dry or mature skins. It is said to be very helpful to those suffering from eczema or psoriasis and similar skin complaints. It is also used to treat sun or climate damaged skin that is dehydrated and under nourished. Avocado oil is said to help with the regenerating of skin cells and is easily absorbed into the skin to add superb emolliency. Stored in cooler conditions, avocado oil can become cloudy, but will usually return to its normal color when it is warmed up again. This oil is considered safe in all normal applications. This oil has a high percentage of unsaponifiables. In soaps, use up to 30% as a base oil. The shelf life for refined avocado oil is between twelve to eighteen months, whereas the shelf life for crude avocado oil is six to nine months.

Babassu Oil
The oil is extracted from the kernel of a large south American palm tree. It has been used commercially in soaps, food and detergents for many years and can be used as an active or carrier oil at 100%.

Baobab Oil
This oil is derived from the seeds of the baobab tree, native to Eastern and Southern Africa and has been part of African skin care for centuries. This rich, golden oil has a high content of vitamins A, D, E and F (essential fatty acids). Baobab oil absorbs quickly, improves elasticity, encourages regeneration of skin cells and does not clog the pores. It is an excellent ingredient in formulations for eczema and psoriasis. This is a highly stable oil with a shelf life of approximately two years.

Beeswax
Beeswax makes for a harder bar of soap and is also used in creams, lotions, lip balms and candle making. Beeswax comes in the form of white or natural pastilles. Natural pastille will add a yellow color to formulations, so to avoid that, use the white pastilles. Beeswax contains a high percentage of unsaponifiables and is often used in formulations containing honey to harden what would otherwise be a too soft soap. Limit the use of beeswax in cold process soapmaking to about an ounce per pound of oils.

Black Currant Oil
Black currant seed oil has a moderate immune-enhancing effect attributable to its ability to reduce prostaglandin E2 production. It is extracted from the seed using the cold-processed method. This oil is considered one of the richest sources of gamma linolenic acid (GLA), and has a high content of prostaglandins which protect the body. Black currant seed oil is often combined with vitamin E to prevent oxidation. Many women find that this oil reduces breast tenderness associated with PMS. There are no reports of toxic effects. Excess consumption can result in oily skin, an indication to decrease dosage. The shelf life is six months to a year.

Borage Seed Oil
Borage oil (also known as star flower oil) is an ancient oil that has been used in the far east for thousands of years. It has been found to be one of the richest sources of essential fatty acids known to man. The aroma is light and sweet with a thin to medium texture and leaves a mildly oily feel. Borage seed oil has also been used to treat pre-menstrual complaints, irritable bowel syndrome, rheumatic problems, eczema and other chronic skin conditions. It can be used as a general tonic for the adrenals which are susceptible following periods of stress or depression. This oil is said to be excellent in treating many skin conditions. Borage is usually blended in a small (often 10% or less) dilution with other carrier oils. Borage oil goes rancid rather quickly and should be kept refrigerated or used immediately. It is excellent for all skin types and is a good skin and tissue rejuvenator. Not recommended for use during pregnancy and lactation, but otherwise it is considered safe in normal applications. This oil has an average shelf life of three to six months if properly stored and kept refrigerated.

Candelilla Wax
Candelilla wax is a vegetable wax of Mexican origin, derived from a wild growing herbaceous plant of the family "Euphorbia Ceriphera" The wax is obtained by boiling the plant and skimming the wax from the top. It is a superior replacement for beeswax. It takes approximately 25% less candelilla than beeswax to achieve effective use in products like lotion bars and lip balms. Therefore, it can also be considered an economical "vegetable" alternative to beeswax. Candelilla was has excellent glide with the color of natural beeswax, a light golden yellow.

Camellia Oil
Camellia oil is expressed from the seed of a tree that originates from subtropical regions. It has high antioxidant properties, excellent skin and hair conditioning properties and presents skin restructuring and moisturizing virtues. This oil has been used by the women in China and Japan for many centuries is a skin tonic to prevent premature age related wrinkles and as a hair tonic. But the western world has yet to really catch on to this great natural product. Has a shelf life of six months to a year.

Camelina Seed Oil
This is a unique vegetable oil that is also known as "gold of pleasure oil". High in Omega-3 content, this oil is suitable for a wide variety of skin care uses. Adds high emolliency properties.

Canola
This is a genetically engineered plant derived from the mustard family. Canola is an oilseed crop grown primarily in regions of Western Canada. Each canola plant produces yellow flowers which in turn, produce pods about 1/5th the size of pea pods. Within the pods are tiny round seeds that are crushed and expressed to obtain the oil. Each seed contains approximately 40 percent oil. It is considered to be a toxic and poisonous weed, which when processed, becomes rancid very quickly. The name of canola was taken from "Can-adian" plus -ola, for "oil." This oil is considered to be a good moisturizer and can be used in place of more expensive products like olive. This medium light oil contains essential fatty acids, vitamins, specifically vitamin E and minerals. Use as a base oil up to 50%. Use with other saturated fats in order to speed up saponification. Considered safe in normal applications. Has a three to six month shelf life if kept properly in airtight container. Refrigerate after opening.

Carrot Oil
This oil is rich in beta carotene, minerals and vitamins, especially vitamin A and is a bright orange in color. It is rejuvenating and nourishing and good for prematurely aging and dry, itchy skin. This oil is rich in beta carotene as well as minerals and vitamins, especially vitamin A. Considered to be safe in normal applications.

Castor Oil
Castor oil is expressed from the seeds of the castor plant and is native to India. It has been used therapeutically and medicinally since ancient times and is also known as Palma Christi or the "Palm of Christ". Castor is commonly used in hair conditioners for the treatment of dry or brittle, damaged hair or hair loss. This is a very thick oil with a slight but prominent odor and slightly sticky texture. It is also often used as an emollient and skin softener, and medicinally as a treatment of gastrointestinal problems, lacerations and other skin disorders such as psoriasis. It is also found in many commercial skin care products. In soaps, it produces a clean, light-colored soap with a stable lather. It dries and hardens well and is free from odor. Use in addition to other carriers at around 10% of the total oil. Add in small amounts at trace or no more than 30% of total base oils. Considered safe in normal applications with an average shelf life of between one to two years.

Cocoa Butter
This is a pale yellow brittle fat derived from cocoa beans that is used in many foods. In soaps, cocoa butter is used to harden too-soft soaps and is a rich moisturizer. Add at an ounce per pound of of oils at trace or up to 15% of total base oils. Using more than 15% can produce a hard, brittle soap that will be prone to cracking. Cocoa butter has an almost indefinite shelf life. You can also use "Maria Grade" cocoa butter which has all the qualities of natural cocoa butter, but very little scent. White ultra refined cocoa butter is pure white and every trace of chocolate scent has been removed. Commonly used to make "white chocolate".

Coconut Oil (76 degree)
Coconut Oil is a very common base oil in the soap and toiletry industry. It comes from the seeds of Cocos Nucifera and is primarily cultivated from Southeast Asia and the Philippines. Coconut oil is somewhat solid at room temperature with a consistency similar to lard. This is a light and penetrating oil that when used in soaps, makes abundant rich creamy lather. Coconut oil will produce a bar that will lather in the hardest water and even in seawater. Coconut is also a very effective oil in lotions and hair care products. Most coconut oil is refined, bleached, and deodorized with a high melting point of 76°F, but there are hydrogenated versions available commercially that have a higher melting point of 92°F. Use between 20 and 30% of total base oils in soaps for a hard, white bar with moisturizing properties and a white fluffy lather.

Corn Corn
Cold pressed in the USA from the inner kernel of maize, corn oil has a faint aroma and is a little lighter in texture than olive oil. It contains a good amount of vitamin E and essential fatty acids, proteins, vitamins, and minerals. Corn oil is commonly used for cooking, but cold pressed, it can be used as a carrier oil for all skin types. It is suitable to be used as 100% of base oils. Corn oil contains large amounts of vitamin E, which makes it a very stable oil with a shelf life of twelve to twenty-four months.
Cottonseed Oil
Until the mid 19th century when cottonseed oil production began, so much was left over from cotton production, that it was considered a health problem. For every ton of lint in seed cotton there are approximately 1.7 tons of cottonseed. One ton of seed yields about 200 kg of oil. It is ranked the sixth largest production of edible oil in the world. It contains high levels of antioxidants (Vitamin E) that contribute to its long shelf life. Cottonseed is useful as hair treatment oil and facial skin oil blends for mature, tired and dull skin. Cotton seed was one of world's first vegetable oils producing a wide range of industrial products such as soaps, emulsifiers, insecticides, cosmetics, pharmaceuticals, rubber and plastics. When used in soaps it produces thick and lasting lather, in addition to having good emollient properties. Use no more than 25% of total base oils. Considered safe in normal applications and has a shelf life of twelve to twenty four months.

Emu Oil Information
This oil is rendered from a thick layer of fat on the back of the Emu bird. This unsaturated oil is generally a creamy pale yellow or creamy white color. It contains a high level of linolenic acid, known to temporarily ease joint pain. It also contains oleic acid, which produces an anti- inflammatory effect. It has virtually no aroma and does not clog pores. Among its many healing properties, emu oil is a natural emollient that is suitable for both skin care and cosmetics. Its unique penetrating properties make it an excellent carrier vehicle for other ingredients to aid in dermal penetration. Adds to mildness in soaps to make them less drying. Use in soaps at one ounce per pound. Has a shelf life of six months to a year.

Evening Primrose Oil
Evening primrose oil is exceptionally high in fatty acids, and especially in gamma linolenic acid (GLA), an important body nutrient that affects many of the enzyme functions in the body. It is an exceptionally fine textured oil with superb moisturizing properties. It is said to be effective in helping with eczema, psoriasis, pre-menstrual syndrome (PMS) rheumatoid arthritis as well as weight reduction. It is further purported to reduce hyperactivity in babies and young children when rubbed onto their skin. Evening Primrose oil does not have a very long shelf life and should be stored accordingly. Keep away from light and heat.

Flax Seed Oil
This is a herbaceous annual plant referred to in every ancient civilization, in Chaldea, Egypt, Palestine, and Greece. Flaxseed oil, also known as Linseed oil, is cold pressed in the USA. It has a rich, yellow color with an odor similar to butter. This oil is considered by many to be the answer to many of their health dilemmas. Flax seed is rich in essential fatty acids which directly takes part in the regulation of skin permeability, presents worthwhile restructuring and moisturizing skin properties for cosmetics. It is high in vitamin E and stimulates cellular regeneration and it is useful for preventing scarring and stretch marks. This oil is prone to rancidity and should be kept away from heat and light. Shelf life is approximately three to six months with proper storage.
Grapeseed Oil
Grapeseed oil is rich in linoleic acid, an essential fatty acid quite important for the skin and the cell membranes. It is purported to have regenerative, restructuring and superior moisturizing attributes. Grape seed oil is a non-greasy oil that is often enriched by blending with another carrier oil such as sweet almond or wheat ger. This is a fine textured, oil that contains vitamins, minerals, and protein, GLA, and a small amount of vitamin E. It is good in massage oils for those whose skin does not seem to absorb easily. It is ideal for use in products for thin, greasy, damaged and delicate hair, body hygiene creams, lip balms, hand creams, and regenerative products for mature, damaged and stressed skin, notably for use around the eyes and neck. Store in a cool, dark area. This product can be used in any cosmetic product as an active principle ingredient or as a one of the carriers in the fatty phase, without any proportion limit. However, in soaps the recommended use is one ounce per pound at trace or 5% of the total oils. Considered to be safe for normal applications. Has a shelf life of six months to a year if kept properly in airtight container.

Hazelnut
This oil contains useful amounts of essential fatty acids including linoleic acid, vitamins, minerals and protein. It is one of the most highly unsaturated vegetable oils with great moisturizing qualities. It is also heralded as an oil that helps to tone and tighten the skin while strengthening capillaries and assisting in cell regeneration. Hazelnut oil has good astringent qualities, which makes it a superb carrier to use on oily and combination skins. Considered safe for use in normal applications. Hazelnut oil has a shelf life of six months to a year if kept properly in airtight container.

Hemp Seed
Hemp seed oil is derived from the hemp plant, which is a non-narcotic variety that is amazingly versatile, nutritional and environmentally sound. Medicinal uses for hemp plant seed extend as far back as the Ming Dynasty. It contains more naturally occurring essential fatty acids than any other plant derived oil and a perfect 3:1 Omega-6: Omega-3 EFA ratio. The oil also contains the natural anti-oxidant vitamin E and sterols which blocks cholesterol absorption. Hemp penetrates the skin to remoisturize, revive and repair cells damaged by the elements; sun, wind and ultraviolet light. It may be used as a massage or moisturizing oil by applying it to the skin as desired. It may also be added to shampoo or conditioner to rejuvenate the scalp. If you choose you may add your favorite essential oil for fragrance. This carrier is very high in unsaturated fatty acids, which makes it a great moisturizer for dry and devitalized skin, especially since it absorbs into the skin very quickly. It is also a cell regenerator and helps soothe muscles. Use as a superfatting agent at 5% at trace or as a base il at between 20 to 30%. This oil is prone to rancidity and should be properly stored or used right away. Using this product in cosmetics will not trigger a failed drug test.

Illipe Butter
Illipe butter is derived from the illipe tree that grows in the forests of Borneo. Similar in chemical composition to cocoa butter, illipe butter is harder with a slightly higher melting point, making it ideal for use in soaps. This butter prevents drying of the skin and reduces degeneration of skin cells to restore skin flexibility and elasticity. Use at 5 to 100% in soaps.
Jojoba Oil
In reality jojoba oil is not an oil but a liquid wax, and is pronounced "ho-ho-ba". Jojoba became an important oil in the 70's when whaling was banned as it has almost the same properties as the oil obtained from the sperm whale. Jojoba oil is derived from the jojoba bean. Because it is composed of wax esters, it is an extremely stable substance and does not easily deteriorate. The structure of jojoba oil closely resembles that of your own skin sebum, is an excellent moisturizer and is ideal for all skin types. It contains myristic acid which also has anti-inflammatory actions. It can in most cases be used on acne skin without any problems as it helps to control acne. Jojoba penetrates the skin easily and is suitable for all skin types. Great for mature, aging skin and wrinkles although good for all skin types. Limit use in soaps to one or two ounces per pound at trace. Jojoba will accelerate tracing in soap recipes. Used as a superfatting oil. It is frequently blended in a small dilution (10%) with other carriers. It has a very long shelf-life.

Kokum Butter
Kokum Butter has been obtained from the fruit kernels of a tree grown in India and is a soft, buttery lipid that is suitable for soaps, cosmetics and toiletries. Kokum Butter exhibits excellent emollient properties and high oxidative stability. Like other butters, it melts at skin temperature and is ideal for lip sticks and balms. Use at 2-5% of total base oils in soap.
Kukui Nut Oil
This is a very light oil, rich in oleic acid and native to Hawaii. It also contains high levels of essential fatty acids (EFAs) and is a well liked facial oil because it is moisturizing without being greasy. Kukui Nut Oil may be used on all skin types and is considered to be beneficial for dry skin, eczema, psoriasis, sunburn and acne. This oil is a transparent, low-viscosity oil that is quickly absorbed into the deepest skin layers. Kukui Nut Oil contains vitamins A, C and E, all antioxidants that help create and protect healthy skin tissue. This oil is a luxury for the soapmaker who wants to add richness to bar soaps. Kukui nut oil goes rancid rather quickly. In soaps, use two tablespoons per 5 pounds of soap at trace or 20% of total base oils.

Lard
This common semi-solid or solid fat is obtained by rendering the fat of a pig. It is an inexpensive, easily attainable soap ingredients that makes a gentle white soap, but does not produce much lather on its own. This fat tends to make a soft soap and is often used in conjunction with tallow or vegetable oils like coconut or palm. Use at not more than 70% of base oils or one ounce per pound at trace.

Macadamia Nut Oil
It is one of the only plant oils that contains high amounts of palmitoleic acid, which is also normally found in our own skin's sebum. Macadamia nut is very emollient and is therefore great for dry and aging skin. In aged skins, where sebum production has reduced, Macadamia oil can be of great benefit. Macadamia oil is great to use since it is readily absorbed and helps to soften the skin and is also said to help reduce fine lines when used in facial massage. This is a thick oil, clear in color with a slight tinge of yellow. It also leaves an oil film on the skin and if not carefully used or used in a small dilution with another carrier oil, it may overpower a blend. Use as a superfatting agent at one ounce per pound of soap at trace.
Mango Butter
Mango butter is somewhat yellow in color and high in unsaponifiables. Adds super-emolliency to soaps and lotions. Use as a superfatting agent at 5% at trace or up to 15% of total base oils.

Meadowfoam Oil
This is a stable, non-greasy moisturizing, rapidly absorbed oil a shelf life so stable that it can actually impart this stability to other oils in your recipe. Meadowfoam contains over 98% fatty acids and is one of the most moisturizing oils for skin and hair available.

Mowrah Butter
Mowrah butter is of significant commercial importance in India and is used in edible and cosmetic applications. This butter is solid at room temperature, but melts readily on contact with the skin. It helps to prevent drying of the skin and reduces the development of wrinkles and degeneration of skin cells.
Neem Oil
Indigenous to India, the neem tree is mostly grown as a shade tree in a variety of habitats. Fruit from the tree (sometimes called Margosa tree) contains kernels that are rich in oil (up to 40%). From these seeds a unique, cold pressed oil is expelled which contains natural constituents which have specific benefits for skin care. Scientific research has confirmed that Neem seed oil is non-toxic to mammals and may be very effective organic antiseptic, antifungal, antibacterial, antiviral, dermatological and dental agent. It is also widely hailed as a natural insect repellent. This oil has been used for centuries in traditional Indian medicine to aid in the healing of topical skin disorders such as eczema, psoriasis, rashes, burns and acne. It is rich in fatty acids and glycerides and together with its healing properties, provides an excellent natural moisturizing base for skin care formulations. Use at up to 10% in skin care formulations. Up to 3% in hand and foot care products. and at 1 - 2% as an insect repellent. Considered to be safe in all normal topical applications.

Olive Butter
Olive Butter is derived from olive oil and obtained by cold pressing of selected fruits followed by a full refining process. The natural oil inherintly contains essential fatty acids, but also contains unsaponifiables as natural waxes/paraffins that are collected during the refining and deodorization process, and from the squalane production process. In cosmetic preparations, the feel and behavior of olive is very similar to that of shea butter.

Olive Oil Pomace
Olive oil pomace is considered an inferior grade and is used for soap making or industrial purposes. This oil creates a long lasting, non-drying mild soap with creamy lather and no other soapmaking oil contributes its unique set of characteristics. It retains moisture to the skin by forming a breathable layer, and like jojoba oil, shea butter and kukui nut oil it does not block the skin’s natural functions while performing it's own. Olive oil is a good oil for skin care, especially mature, inflamed, or dry skin, as it provides disinfectant, antiwrinkle, and wound healing properties. Some people may find certain grades unpleasantly strong smelling. It is a very stable oil and does not go rancid easily and can be stored without refrigeration for a year.

Olive Oil, Refined
Fully ripe, hand picked olives make the best oil, which is produced by crushing the pulp of the fruit and not the seed. The oil is made from the pulp and not the kernel and different qualities are available and range from extra virgin, virgin and pure. All virgin olive oils are unrefined. If olives are damaged or bruised, they and the oil pressed from them is of a lesser quality that must be degummed, refined, bleached and deodorized resulting in olive oils that are equivalent to other mass market oils in quality. These oils, like other mass market oils, have been changed from anti-mutagenic to mutagenic by overheating, and their minor ingredients have been removed.

Olive oil is a good oil for skin care, especially mature, inflamed, or dry skin, as it provides disinfectant, antiwrinkle, and wound healing properties. This oil creates a long lasting, non-drying mild soap with creamy lather, and no other soapmaking oil contributes its unique set of characteristics. It retains moisture to the skin by forming a breathable layer, and like jojoba oil, shea butter and kukui nut oil it does not block the skin’s natural functions while performing is own. Some people may find certain grades unpleasantly strong smelling. It is a very stable oil and does not go rancid easily and can be stored without refrigeration for a year.

Ostrich Oil
Ostrich oil contains essential fatty acids that are known for their skin conditioning properties, making it ideal for lotions, shampoos, creams, and soaps. Recommended as a superfatting agent at 7-8%. Ostrich oil gives soap a wonderful rich creamy feel. Ostrich oil penetrates the skin, enhancing conditioning and moisturizing capabilities though the surface layers.

Palm Oil
Palm oil is to tropical African cooking what olive oil is to Mediterranean cooking and butter is to northern European cooking. The oil is produced from the pulp or flesh of the fruit of the palm and is obtained by solvent extraction. It makes a nice hard bar when used in combination with other oils such as coconut and olive oil. The difference between palm kernel and palm oils is that Palm kernel is white and has a higher melting point. Palm oil is yellow and has a lower melting point close to room temperature. Oils with a higher melting point are hard and make harder soaps that take longer to melt in the shower. Palm is considered to be the tallow of vegetable soaps as it lends hardness and smooth creamy bubbles to soap. Palm oil is also used in the manufacture of soaps, detergents and other surfactants. Oleochemicals manufactured from palm oil and palm kernel oil are now popular for the manufacture of environmentally friendly detergents as they are readily biodegradable. It is difficult to find a soap recipe that doesn't include palm oil. The usage rate is typically around 30% and sometimes is even 40% or more in some popular recipes. Palm oil imparts a creamy light golden or off-white color and gives a very nice texture to your soaps. Generally non-toxic, non-sensitizing and has an excellent shelf life.

Palm Kernel Oil
Also known as palm nut, palm kernel is expeller pressed from the kernels of the palm tree fruit. It is very similar to coconut oil in that it has a high percentage of lauric acid which allows it to produce a hard soap with good lather. Soaps made from this oil are white in color and an effective substitute for coconut oil as it is very stable and resists oxidation. If used in excess, palm kernel oil can be drying to the skin so keep your percentages between 10 and 30% to enjoy the moisturizing properties of this oil. Palm kernel lends a smooth texture to soap that regular palm oil does not. Palm Kernel oil is also less drying than coconut oil. This oil has an excellent shelf life.

Peanut Oil
A clear oil expressed from peanuts and extremely light in aroma with a slight fatty, nutty quality, produced mainly in the US. It has a high content of vitamin E, and is regarded as a non-drying, conditioning oil, similar to olive and castor oils. This oil is thick and leaves a very oily film on the skin, because of this it is said to be a good choice for inclusion in massage blends. It is good for all skin types, and is an emollient for arthritis or sunburn. Peanut oil is highly unsaturated, and creates a soft conditioning bar soap with a long lasting lather. It also strengthens weak and brittle nails. Peanut oil is said to increase the blood circulation after treatment, the skin will feel warm and have a reddish glow. Peanut oil has been used medicinally for preventing headaches. Peanut oil should not be used by anyone that has an allergy to peanuts. The shelf life is 6 months-1 year.

Pecan Oil
This is an extremely light oil that compares very favorably with oil from other oil seed crops. Pecan kernels contain 65 to 70 percent oil. Approximately 73 percent of fresh pecan oil consists of monounsaturated (oleic) and 17 percent polyunsaturated (linoleic) fatty acids. Oleic is the same fatty acid found in olives. This oil can leave a slightly oily film on the skin and has been demonstrated to be effective in reducing the risk of coronary heart disease. Non-toxic, Non-irritant, do not use if allergic to nuts. It is said that it goes rancid somewhat quickly.

Pistachio Nut
This oil is expressed from the nuts of the pistachio tree, and is generally quite expensive and only used in combination with other carrier oils. It is an excellent emollient which provides a high level of moisturization to the skin. It is rapidly absorbed into the skin and does not leave a greasy feel. Pistachio oil compares favorably to peanut oil and will soften and nourish the skin. Pistachio Oil has very good moisturizing qualities for a "light oil". It blends easily with other carrier oils. The shelf life of Pistachio nut oil is 3-6 months.

Pumpkin Seed
While the pumpkin has been cultivated in Europe for centuries, it is only within the last two hundred years that residents of the providence of Styria have been making pumpkin seed oil. A few centuries ago, farmers noticed a change in the pumpkin seeds. A mutation caused the mature seeds to grow with soft rather than thick, hard shells. The seeds were deemed excellent for eating because of their rich flavor and soft shells. Soon, farmers began bringing their seeds to the local grain mills, grinding and then pressing them to extract the oil, and pumpkin seed oil became a special tradition born out of Austrian ingenuity. Pumpkin seed massage oil has great healing qualities for skin problems such as sores and ulcers. This makes it a good choice to include when mixing a massage oil or preparing a carrier oil blend. Although Pumpkin seed oil can be classified as a "specialty" carrier oil, some aroma therapists like to use it since it is high in protein, zinc as well as polyunsaturated fats. Can find no particular concerns.

Rice Bran Oil
Rich in vitamin E, rice bran oil is expressed from the husk of rice and is very similar to wheat germ oil but not as "heavy". It has a smaller molecule that is able to more easily penetrate the skin. Rice bran oil is an excellent source of the essential fatty acids and antioxidant nutrients that promote overall good health and stimulates the body and spirit. Rice bran oil flows on smoothly and is moderately penetrating without being greasy or sticky. It is good for massage or lotions and is one of the most gentle oils which makes it perfect for eye creams, baby products and light facial and body moisturizers for all skin types. Rice bran oil is a perfect moisturizing base for under cosmetics. This oil is wonderfully used in liquid soaps and liquid cosmetics. It is well used in creams to soften and moisturize hands. Rice bran has a shelf life of 3-6 months.

Rose Hip Oil
Usually, the oil is extracted by a solvent from the wild rose bush seeds growing in the southern Andes. It has very high levels of linoleic and linolenic fatty acids. The aroma is mild and perhaps earthy. It has been identified that the presence of Trans-Retinoic acid is the component responsible for the remarkable pharmacological properties of rose hip oil. Trans-Retinoic acid is a derivative of Retinol (Vitamin A) and is marked as Tretinoin. It is high in GLA and has recently been used to help reduce the signs of aging, especially the fine lines around the eyes and lines around the mouth, the drying effects of the sun and climate, as well as assisting with attenuating both accidental and surgical scars, healing burns, and stretch marks. It is usually blended in a small (often 10%) dilution with other carrier oils. It goes rancid rather quickly. It has been reported to aggravate acne. Best stored in a cool place.

Safflower
Safflower oil would be a suitable base to work from, but it is recommended to mix other carrier oils with it. This oil oxidizes very easily but may be beneficial for painful inflamed joints and applied to bruises, sprains, and painful arthritis. Safflower massage oil has great moisturizing qualities which make it a good choice to include when mixing a massage oil or preparing a carrier oil blend. The shelf life is less than 3 months. It should be mixed with another carrier oil with good antioxidant qualities to increase the shelf life since it goes rancid quickly.

Sal Butter
Sal butter is obtained from the seed of the sal tree grown in India. This is a firm, but pliant butter suitable for soaps and other toiletry products. Due to its uniform triglyceride composition, it exhibits high oxidative and emulsion stability, and good skin softening ability. It melts at skin temperatures making it ideal for sticks and balms. Use in soaps at 3-6% of total base oils.

Sesame
This is an oil considered to be strong smelling by some, yet is a good source of vitamins E and B complex and minerals such as calcium, magnesium and phosphorus. Sesame oil further contains protein as well as lecithin. In folk medicine it has also been used to help fade blemishes. It may be expressed or extracted and is also known as Gingelly or Teel Oil. If the oil is extracted from raw seeds, it is a rather light color compared to that extracted from roasted seeds. Sesame Seed Oil is a natural skin moisturizer. Although it is a thick oil it is used for eczema, psoriasis and mature skin and it contains excellent moisturizing properties. It is best mixed with another carrier oil, such as almond or grape seed to make it a bit lighter. It is beneficial for dry skin. Does not stain sheets. Sesame oil may overpower a blend if not diluted with another carrier oil.

Shea Butter, Liquid
Liquid shea butter is perfect for lotions and cremes and especially, melt and pour soaps at a recommended use of no more than one teaspoon per pound. It will not affect the lather except to make it richer and eliminate any drying tendency of some bases. Use a few drops right out of the bottle for dry skin and you'll be amazed at what it will do. Store at room temperature in amber for approximately two years.

Shea Butter
Shea is also known as karite or African butter and is a wonderful superfatting agent. Use with cocoa butter to counteract shea's tendency to stickiness in soapmaking formulations. To avoid graininess in products, heat shea butter to 175F and hold it at that temperature for 40 minutes to destroy the crystals of unsaponifiable matter without damaging shea's properties. Incorporate shea into products for a dramatic effect. Use up to 20% of total base oils or as a superfatting agent of 1 and 2/3 tablespoons per five pounds at trace.

Soybean Oil
Soybean is a light oil with a mild scent that was rarely used before 1950, but now counts for more than 65% of all oil commercially used in the United States. The oil is expressed from the bean and is high in linoleic acid, contains proteins and vitamin C, A, E, and K. It is susceptible to oxidation and can be a sensitizer, so care needs to be taken when using in massage blends. Good for all skin types. Does not aggravate acne or oily skin.
Sunflower
This oil contains useful amounts of essential fatty acids and a high amount of vitamin E. Since it is inexpensive it can be blended with a variety of other base oils. Sunflower oil is expressed from the seed of the sunflower oil and is good for all skin types for use in beauty and skin care. It may be used as an effective substitute for olive oil in soaps, where it provides stable, conditioning lather to bar soaps. It is a very lightweight oil making it a perfect choice for bath oils, and lotions, but is not as suitable for massage due to the absorption rate. Use as a base oil in soaps at up to 20%. Sunflower contributes to slower tracing and a soap that may take longer to harden. Shelf life is approximately three to six months.

Tallow
High in oleic, palmitic, and stearic acids, tallow is a an inexpensive addition to your soap. Combined with olive and coconut oil, it produces a hard, long lasting bar with a rich, silky lather.

Tamanu Oil
Tamanu Oil is an incredible oil! Thousands of years ago, the natives of Tahiti found a large, strange tree growing near the ocean. They soon found that the dried nuts from this tree, which they name the "ati" tree, contained a special oil that they used to help protect their skin from the hot sun, humidity and sea winds. There is a very small supply of Tamanu oil in the world because of the small growing area. It takes a the annual production of one adult tree of 100 kilograms of Tamanu fruit to make just 5 kilograms of cold pressed tamanu oil. This is a truly muli-faceted oil with reputed uses by the people of Tahiti that are wide and varied - from burns, to insect bites, to stretch marks. Use it in soap up to 5%. Those with allergies to nuts of any kind should not use tamanu oil.

Turkey Red
Also known as sulfated castor oil, this is the only oil that will completely disperse in water. This oil is expressed from the seed and created by adding sulfuric acid to castor oil. It is considered to be the first synthetic detergent, which is still used in textile and leather industries today. Turkey Red has a distinct and heavy scent. It is used to emulsify essential oils so that they will dissolve in other water-based products, or for superfatting liquid soap if you want the soap to remain transparent. This means that the oil will combine with the water in the tub, and not leave those little oil bubbles floating on the top of the water. It is of medium viscosity and is usually used in bath oil recipes along with fragrance or essential oils, or in shampoos. This oil also has great moisturizing abilities.

Vegetable Shortening or Soybean Oil
Vegetable shortening is normally made from soybean oil. It is cheap and readily available and produces a mild, stable lather. Use it in combination with other exotic or moisturizing oils. Use this as half of your fats to keep costs down. It is a good filler and makes a very hard white bar when used alone and when mixed with other oils it makes a wonderful hard bar of soap. Use vegetable shortening as a base oil or combine it with other, harder oils for better results. Recommend use as base up to 50% of total oils.

Walnut Oil
This oil is reported to have many benefits when used in the healing of wounds and skin problems. It is obtained by expression from the nut. Walnut oil is useful against fungal and parasitic infections and may also help eliminate warts, and when rubbed on the skin, walnut is reputed to be beneficial for eczema, herpes, psoriasis, and skin parasites. Very unsaturated, walnut oil presents good moisturizing, anti-aging, and regenerative and toning properties, and can be used in all anti-wrinkle products and creams for dry, normal, and mature skin, body and hygiene products, massage blends, and lip balms, etc. Considered to be safe in all normal applications. Has a shelf life of 6 months to a 1 year.
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Wheat germ Oil
This oil is made from the germ of the wheat and is very high in vitamin E and essential fatty acids. Because of its high vitamin E content, which is a natural antioxidant which helps to prevent rancidity, it is often added to other carriers to help lengthen their shelf life. It is said to promote a smoother, younger looking skin, assisting in healing scar tissue as well as stretch marks. When it is applied topically on to the skin it is said to help promote the formation of new cells, improve circulation, and is said to help repair sun damage to the skin. It is also used to help relieve the symptoms of dermatitis. This carrier is said to stimulate tissue regeneration and is often added to other blends because of its antioxidant properties. Shelf-Life - 12 months to a 18 months. If kept properly in airtight container, Should be refrigerated after opening.

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For years I have collected here and there some information about oils, butters, and essential iols, not only for beauty , aches, disinfectants, but things so different as magic spells.

Always telling me....tomorrow. I think that today is "tomorrow". As oils properties are known for centuries, there are no royalties in any blend.
Step by step, adding recipes that you can send me, and it works for you, I will post them, for the benefits of all of us.
I do not have formal studies in aromatherapy, but in Cell Biology (Biochemistry), and no relationship with any company that sells or trade oils. Pictures are freeware.

Stealing aromas, oils, even the leftovers of the process itself (like hydrosols), have many benefits for our mind, soul and body.
I will do my best, english is not my mother tongue, spelling and grammar is not that important, and most of all, I do not even know how to change something I have already posted!.
All suggestions are welcome.

My very first approach to oils, butters, essential oils, were for my soaps and toiletries. Then one day, a nice lady posted at a yahoogroup I belong, that her daughter had a main surgery. She was so concerned about the scar it will left and the time it will take to heal. She rubbed rosehip oil with some hydrosols, and she was so happy, even the doctors and nurses were amazed with the results.
It is well known here that oil, as it is a wild rose that grows at the south of the country.
Even, more, I know it is not legal to use, but "aceite de muertos", or death people oil, fade almost any scar, helps bad burn skin, and the reason now is known, it contains many "growth factors", that now they are synthetized by big companies, and scientists are beggining to understand all the components that make the animal cells grow.

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Spring is in the air!!!. September 18th, our national day, and I know how to dance our national dance. Here at the farm is so real nice to be with all the nice people, and Celeste, my new yorkie, she is just a puppy. At first, it is an adaptation period, to know each other, now, we can enjoy our company (and bed), also new people at the office, Teresita and Willy.
Just today I asked to place the flag, waving with the wind. The blue of the sky, the white of the snow up in the moubtains, the star, Lucero, and the red of our national flower, copihue, and the blod of the indians, fighting against the spaniards. We are proud if we believe one drop of them is in ours.
BTW, I finished another pair of socks, and a blouse, all for me, lol.

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WISTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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My DEAR aunt Mirto, she is my lighthouse in my life. Dear aunt, how can I tell you more that I really think of you....the best aunt ever!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Susan, she is so nice,my son's girlfriend, tender, sweet, always there for him

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Socks, socks, gardening and my loving Cristina, is gone, I cried so much, she is 6 feet under...my feet. Now comes Celeste, 2 months old, lovely, we are knowing each other.
Fireplace at the farm, and a wood kitchen device.

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My farm home. It is winter, but I love that avocados and lemons trees are evergreen, and lemons, all year long with fruit. So I make lemon pie, lemon sorbet, and the Hass avocados doesn't ripe when they are hanging in the tree, so I keep some for me to have them all year round. I am learning to use the mud oven for make bread, meat, it is so fun.
I am crocheting a blazer with short rows, it says "experienced", and I am finished it!!!.

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Here are the pics.

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Hi:
At last, a pattern made by me!!. I choose hairpin lace for my scarf. Nothing new, except that making a sc, I made a dc instead. The scarf is easy and fast, just follow my instuctions, you have one loop on your hook, turn, grab the yarn just turned, down between the hairpin loop, grab again the yarn, so you have 3 loops on hook, and make a dc. Why?, it is warmer, and looks much more neat, I made my scarf with ombre yarn, and 2 strips of 160 loops. I must wait for my DD to help me upload pics, that will be soon.
The reason I am not posting that much, is because I am running the farm!! Hope you like the scarf, and sure, I made a poncho (again), and a hat, from Naidas crochet, but I changed a little bit. Also boas, and drop stitch scarves.

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I want to share my cream, I looked all over, it must be with no preservants, petrochemicals, and easy to do. You need 10 liquid oz of almond oil, 1 oz beeswax, 3 liquid oz of water phase. The oils, can be replaced with some avocado oil, or rosehip, I do like mine white, and almond oil, is so moisturizing to your skin. Water phase, any floral water, I use rose water, if it is difficult for you to find, use plain water, or an infusion of green tea, white tea, aloe vera gel...anything you like, I add some zinc oxide, for sunscreen, here the ozone layer is very thin. Some people add borax, not me, sometimes I add a multivitamin-mineral pill, those are ready to use for your skin cells, or/and a t (2 casules) of vit E, oily one.
In a double boiler melt the beeswax with the oils (if I add vit E and others, other oils can be expensive) take out of heat, add the water phase, and use your stick blendor (the one used for babies, cheap and so useful, I think 12-20 US$), let it rest while it comes just warm, then add the vitamins, if you want to, and some nice scent, essential oils, as rose, sandalwood, lavender, or fragance oils used in bakery, and chocolates, or the same place you buy the essential oils, just google.
While is still warm, I use a clean nice jar for keeping it, now mine is just almond oil, and scent of citrus flowers (sorry, the name is out of my mind), just 4-8 drops/30 gr of cream.
If you are going to camp, add citronella, geranium, that will keep bugs away.
Sorry to tell that kids below 2 yo, do not use essential oils, so add citronella to a candle.
For teens, they need also moisturizing, but they stay away of creams, thinking that pimples will appear, then do use tea tree oil, antiseptic.
Great gift, but not me, I use my cream daily, from my hair (great conditioner) to my toes, after I use the special stone for feets, add some lemon juice or cider vinegar if fungus itches. The same for all your body, armpits, hair if you have danroof, do not worrie, once it dries, the smell goes away.

Here some pics, the view from my window, me, and one soap batch, scent?, orange, ylang-ylang, and citrus flowers essential oils.
I bought a great fragance oil, "sex on the beach", I diluted 2% in almond oil, that is my parfum. Be careful, aromatherapy oils are diluted 2%, be sure to buy plain EO or FO.

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As you can see, my aftenoons have been very busy!!. The cactus flower, lol, it is a kind people use to go up to the sky, I think they cook it, and the flowers really last one day. The poncho is from e-pattern central, the same as one of the purses, the other is from interwave press, the rug, well I looked at about.com, the tulip stitch, and hw to use it, as I really like it, surprise!, annies attic published a "rug", that is serendipity.
My hnds sing with my self-made tools, my soul cries so loud!, I do want to go back to my litle town by the seashore. I miss my friends, I WANT MY LIFE BACK. Here I am so alone. Hope some day somebody takes the time to read my blog!!.

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Well, no summer vacations for me, and almost no internet, just today the company cames to fix te phone and internet. It was kind of boring to go to a cyber, to the town. But I cannot miss a day of Annies Attic pattern, when you get used to something is so dificult not to do it. My DD came for a visit and I think day aftr tomorrow she will be back. In the meanwhile, I finished the purse, mde another, and something suppossed to be a rug, but it is a shame that my work will be on the floor, here are some pics,

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I wanted, but, as you know, God has the final word. So, here I am, working at the farm. I love my house back in that nice town, but now, I must run full time the farm. I don't even have my clothes here, :((. I guess I will go at the weekend.
I am happy, my DD, will spend much more time with me, my son, he will be back I hope in August-September, for good.
I don't even have my DC (dear computer), but Cristina, my yorkie is here with me.
It is a difficult task to run this farm almost alone, lucky me, most of the workers knew me, when I helped my late Daddy. Now, we (my DD and me), have to fix the house, it is big, but not that cozy for us. I will go now to the house and search for a camera. Not in a hurry, mornings here are clouded, but at noon, sun wants to warm and light up our lives.

2008-01-18T19:43:00.000-08:00

Some embroider I made a time ago, the draw pattern, and teacher, Maria Lecaros. Thanks Maria, you helped me so much. Embroider is far away from just cross stitch. She taught me about 50 different ones, how, and when to use them. She also fight with 12 women, trying to teach us color theory. I told her, that it depends, for me color is just a light wave lenght, or else that teach me hw I can mix all colors and get white. Now I know, our eyes, are tricky, never ever buy a yarn/thread, without looking them away from others, as our eyes cannot get the real difference, as you suppose green is darker than red, and that is not true, also to look at the yarn with our choices (the crewell was made with yarn), and stitches.
That gave me a huge background on how to choose a color, and create a fair island.
Talking about crewell, never, ever try to copy oil painting, nature has not defined endings, or drastic color changes. Mountains, believe me, are shades of purple, trees CAN be green, all shades in a single one, but they are brown, red, yellow, blue, white, orange, and for me, yellow all over, lol.
Tomorrow, no in 6 hours I must go to the farm. traffic, is something difficult, just patience, but, believe me, I am dumb, I bought my car without air conditioning. What for?, where I live, I never use it, and it is so expensive, luxury taxes.

I don't have a pic. The recipe of this week, use you oven tray, and sprinkle salt, any you use, about half cm, (1 inch is 2.5 cm), meaning not leaving the tray color shows, white, place a chicken,washed and with skin. Sprinkle salt as "frosty the chicken". All white, bake it as usual, the salt will take out all the fats, and will be like a crust, take it away, skin also. Never ever any meat absorbs more salt that needs, so you will have your chicken very low cal. Serve it with vegetables or, what I do, bake some tomatoes, potatoes, onions, using another tray, and not wasting more energy and unexpensive way to do them.
I must separate my posts, with labels, as an old lady, let me learn first how the blog thing works! Ruth
The soap, oops, I have to make more, lol, you must use potassium hidroxide for liquid soap, and I asked, asked, nothing, only sodium lye. One day, telling somebody to open for me the place where dangerous things are at the farm, 2 bags (45 lb each), of potaqssium hidroxide, dumb, dumb me, you cannot use sodium on any vegetal, so for cleaning the foses that gives them water, you must use potassium hidroxide.
I just finished taken pics, with the layer on top, as usual, you remove it, add a nice aroma,(essential oils), and color. Cristal clear. Mine, pink, and rose eo. For shampoo?, try sodium bicarbonate, not baking soda, it is rough, you can fell the blood flowing to your root's hair, taking away all dirt and bad oils, keeping all the good ones. Or just a beaten raw egg with a t of olive oil, let it there, while you do something else, rinse and feel like a model.

2008-01-18T19:30:00.000-08:00

Travelling,(to and from the farm), can be a real mess in summer. My road is not a highway, so, it is not that I am being lazy, yesterday I crocheted a poncho, and knitted a purse that , well Sunday will be felted.
And well, my DD had an accident, that was at the highway when she addresses to the farm. The car?, what car?. SHE?, not even a scratch!!. Here is the car, but now, with the wheels on the floor..imagine the rest. I brought her here, to the clinic (you cannot trust hospitals), and a complete exam, from head to toes. Thanks God, can I say I am not a believer??.

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One final word, all my self-made tools were water washed, oiled and then beeswax coated. The water phase was also done all over me, Cristina and the table,even my crafts table is covered with plastic at all moments I worked over paper towels.

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Hooks:
I wanted 2 headed hooks, and some tunisian, but time was almost against me, tomorrow, I must go to the farm (and get more branches), last time, I grab only 2, and they came out so nice, so, even in some "attic" place, sells patterns, I cannot read them, as they don't deliver to Chile, so it is for you to say.. What I did, is make a 90° cut with the little saw, just to the middle of the stick. Letting a big head, just in case, 1", from the bottom. With the little cutter, gently I began the larger part of the hook, when I thought it was right, I began the little part, going slowly with the cutter, not going further than the middle, and down, just as a guuide, then I tried with a scarving tool of my Dremel, with a bought one by my side, to copy the shape, folding the thinest sandpaper, reach the deep I needed, and the smoothness, again, with the pencil sharpener, you can guide for doing the head, working with the cutter, I like mine with a sharper head than the ones you can buy, that is the good thing of doing your own tools. In fact,a hook was my first self-done tool. So I knew the risks of breaking the head, this is fun, giving shapes , lots of sandpaper, from coarse to thinner grains, (we don't use numbers, so I cannot guide you in that), then I worked over the sides of the hook head, with sandpaper, and a little help of my Dremel, just a nicer shape, then the thinner part of the up part of the hole, that was easier today, or do you think that I am not prepared to tell you all I learned?.
Then, I carved the same way the lemon tree branch (the smell of the dust, it is nice), a 90° saw cut, then I worked the longer cuts, until I reach the botom of the cut, the sharp part at the bottom, then the hole, with the same care as before.
When I was finished and admiring what God gave us, a thumb!, a mind, a branch, in fact that is the meaning of my nickname, honey-varita, varita, or little branch, but that special first one is for me to keep, my Daddy loved so much THAT tree.
At first I wanted to place this work someplace, but I am being repetitive, YOU ALL, have given me so much!. Just for the circulars, if you ever make one, or want to sell some, personalized,and use any racket cord, name it R-Circulars,almost like the I-cord, but here not for idiots, but our real names, not naming ME, but my late parents, and brother (Ruth, Rodolfo), my we were original at home, 4 out of 4 , the same R del V, so I began to use my Mom's maiden name, Ulloa, now I am using my own.
If you have any question, commentary, sweet or sour, please I don't know how this thing works, e-mail me to rdelvu@hotmail.com, I am posting some pics, direct all of you here, and go to sleep. Thanks , Ruth in Chile

2008-01-08T14:33:00.000-08:00

Circulars
Think, Ruth, think, either you can get whale catching lines, or the terrible aquarium foses they use, I guess you have better ideas than those!. I needed something flexible, but strong, so, what about a tennis cord?. They are flexible, and strong, size?, almost the same than the boughted ones, really, and coated almost thousand times with different things. So I prepare my wooden points, and with my Dremel, I made a hole, the same size the cord was. 1,5-1,8 mm. That is not all, the cord has a very smoth surface, and that means it can comes out more easy, so with the little cutter, I made some little cuts, all over the surface that will go inside. I used an epoxic glue, and silicone for the outer part. I was so scared that I will make a hole out of my number 1-2 circulars, if happens, first don't panic, you can always use teflon tape, or garlic, rubbed, let it dry, and sandpaper (that is what I do for my furniture), or just wood dust and glue, just Elmer's, after you have the cord glued to your wood point. The next day you can use sandpaper, and here nothing terrible happens, lucky me, it doesn't happened. The bamboo sticks, those were impossible for me, as they have a rough texture, so I didn't bother more, those are my dear dpn's. What I wanted were short circulars, so it was kind of difficult to get a nice photo. Let them dry overnight, and the next day, I worked the cord-wood joint, very gently, with the cuter, wasn't difficult, really, and then sandpaper, always believing my fingertips, with the cutter, I took away any trace of glue. And yes, if you make little cuts, they glue better, 2 rough surfaces does, uh?.
Once finished (I tried with 7 sizes and shapes), I washed them, let them dry, next day the oil, and the beeswax. Sure, you can add before some weird color, food grade, I tried blue, just like the difference. Here are some pics.
Well, you must read from "go to top", my fault.
Here some explanation, handcrafts here means rough, bad shape, do you find that more "typical"?, for me is lazy hands and minds. So I insist in the oil and the beeswax, our work must be neat, I think, lol, now I block my knitting, and one more thing, we are doing wood tools, so the little sizes make them much shorter, so they will not break, it happened to me, with my very first circular, no more than 3-3.5".

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How to make your own needles and hooks.
Hate when somebody posts anything, and "for your personnal use only", something like that, so here I go, do it,it is fun, what YOU want, and if you can get some extra money, be my guest (please mail me, I like to know how it worked for you). Just a little contribution of all the nice things you all have taught me.
As many of you know, I live in a little town, I just moved to a house, with my Cristina, we are so happy here, fantastic view of Vina del Mar (the garden city), and Valparaiso, our main seaport. I need always more, so, imagine my frustration when I can't find a thing I want, soy silk, bamboo yarn,how is to knit or crochet with them?, how is the texture?, lol, but those are almost impossible, unless, who knows?.
The idea cross my mind, when I saw an advertisement of "square needles", that was so weird, never heard of that, until I suscribed to some knitting and crochet magazines.
First, the wood. I was looking for some special paper, second floor of the little library, then I saw high school and architecture students special sticks, round, square, and from 1mm up to well bigger than a broomstick. Also I own a Dremel-like tool, cheaper, but works fine. I went also to a big store in Vina, almost as a Home Depot, where I bought sandpaper, 3 kinds, and dowels, that I knew they had, because I made a 2 CD's drop spindle, with a dowel. Also, I needed pencils, cardboard cutters, just the hobby ones.
First my square needles, using a pencil sharpener, I line the middle, and gave shape with the cutters, finished with sandpaper. I do like my things the better I can, even if it is wood, it is a very good one. Once I founded the right point shape, I washed them, and paper dry. There goes my needles and dpn's, the same way.
For the little numbers needles or dpn's, I founded bamboo skewers, those for your BBQ's. Until here, nothing new. For cutting them I used a kids saw, and tons of sandpaper, lying on the floor, at first, so cover any surface, the dust goes all over. For stopers for my needles, some biger beads, or a piece of bigger dowel. That was not all, I use real lineseed oil to protect my work, and, sure, beeswax all over. I added it after dried of the oil, melted in a double boiler. Gently, with a not sharpen knife I took away all the excess, then with an old wool cloth, bright and smothness. They are with the point, lenght, size I wanted. Either you use water, and cream, (I make mine, that is why I have beeswax), or some thin gloves. My camera is not that expensive either, so I assure you that the needles are straight, lol.

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Do you want others think you are a real chef?. I am talking of those frozen seafood as shrimps or salmon (fish). Tips, if it is fish, let it at room temmp. until you can cut it in thin slices with an electrical knife or a very sharp one, once you cut them, and in case of small ones, place them in a plastic strainer, over another tray anything that they can defrost, WITHOUT the water of it touches the shrimps-fish-meat, inside the fridge, so they defrost very slowly. Next day, they will be defrosted (believe me), but without the water that you will discard. Then add oil,any you like, lots of, some salt, and lemon juice. Let them always covered with Saran Wrap or any brand of that kind of plastic. Just before you serve them, drain all the oily juice.
For shrimps, I use golf dressing (just mayonaisse, ketchup and a touch of whisky, or cognac), for salmon or another fish, I love Carpaccio, I place the slices with care, add olive oil, lots of capers, over some lettuce, a touch of light soy sauce, and some thin slices of gruyere cheese (not dry). Do not forget that those frozen meats, fish or shrimps are cleaned before so NO boiling water to wash them, or they will shrink, Enjoy

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Plum cream:
1 lb dried plums without pits
0.5 lb any dried nut, almonds, peanuts, the one you like best
Add boiling water to the plums, let it overnight, let water enough that covers them, add the nuts, use your manual electric blendor, ans make it a cream. Nuts, are snooth, peanuts add a little Thai accent, almonds, a nice flavor. There is your cream, add milk, or more water if desired. Do not add anything else. Serve it warm, for turkey, chicken, pork, or vegetables. A little different of the applesauce, and the oil of the nuts is wonderful. If something is not used, just froze it. How I love simple but nice recipes.

Breast Chicken Roll:
Clean the breasts (about 2 for each person), without skin, place them inside the same tray you will bake it, add white wine, the juice of one lemon, slices of peeled tomatoes (or canned), 1 clean carrot in thin slices, 1-2 slices of thin bacon (optional), olive oil (or the one you like). leave all for a couple of hours, then place one half breast over the other, the bacon on top, here is the tip, use BBQ sticks (so you can take off easily), go rolling, with the help of the sticks, then with the cheapest cotton thread, form a nice roll, no matter how much you need to do it, keep it overnight (outside the roll goes the other ingredients, next day, you bake it 10 minutes at high temperature, to seal the natural juices, then low the oven to middle, for 15-20 more min. If you are not sure, just cut the roll in the middle, do not panic, because you must cut it in serving slices, with red vegetables on top, and if the roll refuses to stay rounded, just use a stick, it looks wonderful too, serve with the plum cream.

These recipes can be changed as you like, pork, turkey, meat.

What I want is to help newbies to cook, easy because the work is done the day before, and never fail if you don't know when your bake meat is the way you want.