The last gasps of summer

The other day we took a bus from the Port Authority Bus Station. When I was in college I traveled through the fetid halls of the Port Authority Bus Station often.

The bus station has been going through a series of improvements over the past several years. Before we boarded our bus I realized that I needed to use the bathroom. I assumed that it would be the same exercise of nose holding that it was in the past. I was shocked. The bathroom was spotless.

If I ever told my mother that I was going anywhere in Manhattan, she would let me know where the nice nearby bathrooms were. I thought that she should publish a guide to all of the best publicly available bathrooms in Manhattan. Someone else published that book. If she were updating me about excellent bathrooms in midtown -west she would have suggested using the Port Authority bathrooms.

This George Segal sculpture has been near the local bus ticketing windows for the last many years.

I never pass this sculpture when I don't recall the first time I saw George Segal sculptures.

My parents too me to an exhibit of Pop Art at the museum at Boston University. I was younger than six but I had already spent lots of time at The Museum of Fine Arts.I was completely blown away by the newness of the art. I remember that there were a couple of George Segal sculptures in that exhibit.

I made this dress several years ago out of IKEA fabric. I had fallen in love with the print. When I made the dress I decided to make a dress with only one seam. I had put in some darts to shape the dress but there was just one seam in the center back.

I loved the dress but it didn't look particularly good on me. The fit was a bit weird.

I have become a bit smaller since I made the dress. I added a few more darts to fix the fit. I also realized that the dress looked better with the zipper in front instead of at the back. ( I don't know why,but I have often improved the fit of dresses just by wearing them back to front.)

At some point I may switch out the zipper for a red one. I know I have posted about a fair number of garments made out of IKEA fabric. It just seems so perfect for summer and reminds me of the bright Marimekko shift dresses that the cool women wore in Harvard Square of my childhood.

The pillbox style kippah is completed and just needs to be shipped .

In this shot you can also see the embroidered velvet crown of the kippah.

Fall has crept up on me.

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