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Yarns for Moira

This is long overdue. Every time I think of the yarns I will give to Moira, I cannot help but be poetic. Her name conveys allusion to something blissful yet strong and firm, or so I just feel that way. So I looked up the meaning of “Moira”
and found that it means:

From the classical world, the name Moira stems from the Greek word for fate, also meaning ‘doom’, ‘destiny’ and ‘lot’. In Scotland, Ireland and England, the name Moira is said to mean ‘bitter’.

source: http://wiki.name.com/en/Moira

The name alone conveys two definition almost unrelated to each other :P.

Anyway.. I want to show the yarns I was able to wind by hand, as she requested for “a little bit of everything”:

Yarns for Moira

Yarns for Moira

and here is the poem I am able to write because the phrase “Yarns for Moira” keeps singing in my head

Yarns for Moira

Happiness is best enjoyed when shared.
‘Tis a bundle of joy in each ball of thread.
Wound as dense as a tightly clasped fist.
Gift to a friend who crochets using plastic

Daffodils and Lace Skirt

I was writing the pattern for my blue skirt when I remember one of my favorite poems by William Wordsworth: Daffodils. And as i draw the pattern of the skirt, i see the hills of daffodils… I feel like writing…

daffodils and lace skirt

Daffodils and lace skirt

Daffodils and lace skirt.
[short poem by Lorelie Dazo]

I wander, lonely as I am…
floating aimlessly on the clouds of dreams
I have nothing to own, nothing to claim
but the thoughts to create.
I see the hills of daffodils and I translate them to lace
of pure madness and sheer happiness
a skirt full of grace

From one ball of thread

I have this superfine thread from www.iceyarns.com. The yardage is 50g worth of 600m thread, which is quite long compared to my usual ball of yarns.

Incas Alpaca Superfine

50g ball 600m – Picture taken from www.iceyarns.com

And I am excitedly using it for “currently unknown” project. While crocheting with the yarn, my poetic mind keeps using the words ” from one ball of thread ” and i just have to write the words down.

From one ball of thread

From one ball of thread


i think of the time, when things were old…
were the only things we could do…
was to chat at things we thought we’d never knew..
you used to be the one i long to be with…
some sort of a friend i always need…
just a smile, or a pat on the back…
and then i know, nothing’s going to be bad…
you inspired me a lot, that was long ago…
when everything i do was to be there for you…
i used to go out with most of our friends,
thinking this thing would not come to end…
when phones were seldom used for communication…
when the world wide web was still a jargon
we used to just hang around laughing at anything
with lots of songs to go with the guitar’s strings…

Of Love and Valentine’s

Today is Valentine’s Day, as we celebrate more love than we usually do, let me share a poem I have written years ago for my then boyfriend, now husband. I wrote this even before we got engaged without realizing that this would be an oath of a love that will forever hold true. Actually, every time I recite (silently) or read this poem, I cry, not of sadness of course. Just because I meant every word I have written.

Here it is, and yes, it’s titled simply:

I love you, Mike

I love you mike, I really do

What I want most is to be with you.

My dreams are scarce as compared

To my yearning of the days we’d shared


I love you mike, for years to come

You would always be my only one.

The life I seek would not suffice

If not spent by your side.


I love you mike, from this day on

Ours is a love meant to grow strong

I see tomorrow with my hands locked on yours

With this…. I ask for no more.


If these are not enough to say my oath

Of a love that will forever hold

I love you mike, Come what may

I’ll stay with you ’til my last day.

Single Crochet-sc poem

I think that I shall never see
A stitch as lovely as sc

A stitch which forms a lovely mesh
Against crochet chain’s simple lace.

A stitch that looks so firm yet light
In a fabric crocheted from left to right

A stitch that may in summer wear
Become crocheted bandeau in one’s hair

Upon whose hands I shall crochet
The intricate woven filigree

Crocheted stitches make fools like me
But only sc makes a full amigurumi

-Lorelie Dazo (January 18, 2013)

Amigurumi Bunny

Amigurumi Bunny

*SC -> Single Crochet


Amigurumi – crocheted stuff toys

When you make amigurumi the stitches are all single crochet



I have confirmed! I used SC 😀

An ode to pattern writing


writing down the pattern

writing down the pattern


on counting stitches and marking repeats

on manipulating designs of adjusting widths.

I tally the chains, the loops and the dc’s

and scribble them down on my small writing sheet.


I crochet a few rows then stop to see

if the created piece of clothing fits me

and then I go on and stitch a few more

til a part of the garment is ready to go.


And then i predict the few rows ahead

and checks if the pattern is still correct

if i have to unravel then I will unravel it so,

just to make sure i have counted the right rows



I dream of yarns as smooth as silk

I dream of yarns as smooth as silk
That through my fingers they would slip
I’ll make a dress as awe-inspiring
That everyone would be wearing

Lacy Crochet Dress in progress

Lacy Crochet Dress in progress

I dream of hearing my name as well
That it would mean wearable crochet
And they would ask, is it lorelie
The one who made your outfit today?

crochet enthusiast

crochet enthusiast

I dream of fibers i could spin
To threads of finest plying
And paint them by my hands and then
Label them with – by imeng

Yarn love

Yarn lover

I dream of becoming world famous
Crocheting the most marvelous
A library that offers one of my books
With patterns created from my own hooks

Cross stitching a wedding picture

I am not an avid fan of cross-stitching, but when I was thinking of ways to decorate our soon-to-be new house, I thought of putting a handmade touch to our wedding picture, and I thought of the following:

  • Painting– sure, I may not be a decent painter but I know I can draw, given the right initiative. And choosing between digital painting or hand painting was quite difficult during that time because:
    • I lost my wacom tablet’s pen.
      • I would not dare draw using a mouse!
    • Hand painting requires a lot of paints. Paints are messy and not really suitable if you have a little kid running around and poking at your stuffs.
  • Embroidery – pretty expensive and I have no decent experience from doing an actual project. But then again, paints are more expensive, right, plus it’s also been a while since I last hold a painting brush.

So I searched the net for picture to cross-stitch pattern and I found one decent site that offers free service! The website is pic2pat.com

So there starts my cross-stitching adventure. From acquiring the pattern to buying all the 75 skeins of DMC Thread, cloth and needles to actually doing embroidery work. And hence, I report my progress:

The generated pattern consists of 15 pages of separate parts and was derived from this wedding picture taken by our bestman:

Wedding Picture

Wedding Picture

I really, really liked this wedding picture. It shows the fun and doting side part of our relationship. hehehe. <3

 July 23, 2012

First part of the pattern - wedding photo cross stitch

First part of the pattern – showing the skirt of momoink

July 26

The Cross-stitch project showing the progress alongside the actual picture

The Cross-stitch project showing the progress alongside the actual picture

August 5

My wedding dress!

The cross-stitch prohect showing My wedding dress!

August 29

The hand of my husband holding Yaki can now be seen!

The hand of my husband holding Yaki can now be seen!

August 30

Small progress over a day :)

Small progress over a day :)

September 27

Who is that girl I see..

Who is that girl I see.. 😀 I am doing my face now..

September 30

 September 30 - Pouting lips

September 30 – Pouting lips


Sa bawat paghigpit ng ilang hiblang sinulid,

Sa bawat buhol na pinagkakabit-kabit

Ni hindi maaninag and susunod na tahi

Kung hindi papakiramdaman ng mga daliri.


Sa ngalay na hatid ng pag-arok ko

Nang susunod na sundot ng aking pang-gantsilyo

Ni hindi ko batid ang matatapos na anyo

Sinusunod lamang, ang bugso ng pulso.


Mabining himulmol na siyang natatamo

Sa bawat galaw ng aguha’t kamay ko

At sa presilyang nakabuo ng hugis bulaklakin

Disenyo’ng ilang beses ko pang uulitin


Makirot ma’t mahapdi ang mga daliri

Batid kong paghinto’y hindi magiging madali.

Sapagka’t ang puso’y sabik na ‘di mawari

Sa blusang ginantsilyo nang buong pagtangi.

[September 16, 2012]




*Aguha – crochet hook

** Presilya – loop

——— Disclaimer: the following is a lousy attempt to translate the whole verse in english —-


Every tightened strands of thread

And every knot that i try to connect

I can merely perceive the next stitch

If not by the touch of my own fingertips


To the numbness and pain that it took

Of every next prick of my crochet hook

I’m not even sure of what the project will be

I just follow the pulse and the guts within me.


The lushness of the fabric that i can create

On every move of my hands that crochet

And every loop that forms a floral design

A pattern I would repeat a few more times


My wrist and fingers may sore and all

I would still not be able to stop and stall

Because I, myself, am a little bit excited

On the blouse I crocheted with love and jest.