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A small adventure and progress on Jess's tallit.

  Yesterday we went on a little adventure---to Hoboken. It's the birthplace of Frank Sinatra.  I don't know how many people would choose to make Hoboken a day trip destination but we are a sucker for old cities so off we went with our friends Alfie and Judy. One of us was in need of a nap and stretched out on the grass in Frank Sinatra Park for a nap. The rest of us watched this photoshoot with a  quinceañera and her parents. The dress was impressive. The girl's parents wrangled the dress up and down the promenade. The girl wore crocks and ankle socks under the dress. Her parents acted as stylists arranging the skirt for every shot. After naptime was done, we walked to the  Hoboken Terminal . It is a pretty fabulous building that was created when train travel wasn't just transportation but was an EVENT. I am going to pause here to complain for a moment---no, not about our lovely day in Hoboken but about the fact that Blogger has decided to make inserting images into ...

All the pretty things, or at least some of them

 I haven't been posting much lately. I was sick with a bad cold which lost me a week in the land of the living. So let me atone for myself by posting some pretty things. I was reorganizing some of my stash of vintage linens and pulled out a couple of pieces to share. I can't figure out the date for the pretty centerpiece below. The pale yellow is a little unusual. The combined pulled thread and wrapped embroidery  is awfully attractive. The piece is bordered with chain stitched botanical motifs. If any of you have a sense of where this piece lives historically or it's possible geographic origin I would love to hear from you. Continuing on the theme of geometric pulled thread work, I own three of these lovely linen batiste placemats. They will probably live on one of our glass fronted cabinets in the future. The lace trimmed hankie below needs a tiny bit of mending. This looks like Italian lace to me. Clearly this isn't a nose honking sort of a hankie but the sort one tu...