I borrowed pillow inserts from my couch so you can see what the pillow covers that i made for my son wil look like.
Ans since we are on the subject of follow-ups. The skirt I made this summer out of a tube of Ikea fabric with ties attached at either end of the tube has made a nice transition to autumn wear.
I like that something that is so stupid easy to construct manages to be a wearable garment. The skirt even received shouted compliments from people passing me on Broadway.
This is a nice way to use up fabric.
Today I cooked the last lone chicken hiding out in our freezer. I cooked on a bed of leeks carrots and yellow pepper.
We had a couple of mostly used bottles of red wine left over from Rosh Hashanah which I poured over the chicken. The house smelled amazing as the chicken cooked.
This is what we are eating tonight.
A pot of kasha with mushrooms is steaming away in the oven.
The pigeons who roost on 96th Street wish you a Shabbat Shalom.
A lovely poem written by by Emmanuel Zamir, set to music by Gil Eldama about the return of a soldier from battle. The poem is about the complicated feelings of returning home after witnessing difficult things.




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