Back to the Land of the Living
My days now start with morning services. I took my camera this morning to catch the weak early morning light.
I have been slowly trying to emerge into the world of the living. I have been writing thank you notes to all of the people who have been so kind to us. Mostly I am exhausted. I am not sure if this is simply being tired after all of the stress of the past several months or if my grief is expressing itself as deep exhaustion.
I promise not to make this blog all death all the time.
Either way, I thought it would be a good idea to try to get some stuff done.
A dear friend invited us for dinner. I made sorbet.
Yes, it does look a little dreary. If I were cleverer, I would come up with a flavor for this sorbet. maybe you have a good idea. I made a simple syrup and then candied a finely sliced orange in the syrup. I used that syrup to make a custard with coconut milk, pomegranate molasses, walnuts dates and cardamom and ginger. if I were serving this just to my family I would call this vaguely Middle Eastern sorbet. I might have to come up with a fancier name before dessert is served. It is despite the fact that it looks like khaki pants in frozen form really delicious.
My husband and I had planned a three week vacation starting last Tuesday. Clearly, we cancelled our plans. one of our first stops on the vacation was visiting the newest member of our family.
Today, I made her a dress.
The cotton is vintage batik given to me by a friend. The batik may be older than the mother of the baby.
I sort of used this downloadable pattern.
I made the bodice wider. I realized that the cute little dog ears are actually too short to tie as the pattern suggested.
I decided to add snaps on the shoulders.
The snaps allow for a bit of size adjustment. A friend had given me the snap tape eons ago. For some reason I was afraid that they would be too difficult for me to use. I was wrong. Snap tape is brilliant stuff.
Was purchased in a giant roll from a local thrift store. It adds a bit of class. I added box pleats to the skirt of the dress. I hadn’t bothered to see if the dress pattern came with skirt directions, so I faked the skirt.
I do promise to snip all of the loose threads after Shabbat. this baby is not getting a thready dress.
It feels good to slowly emerge back into the world.