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We are going to a wedding next weekend. The groom is the son of dear friends and is a pretty amazing human being. His bride is his match in the wonderful department.

Last night I got to work on a challa cover to make as a wedding gift. The text comes from a liturgical poem recited Friday nights in synagogue. In the poem, the Sabbat is referred to as a bride, it seems like a fitting line to use on a wedding gift challa cover.

I decided to use Ultrasuede for this piece. It feels so good to paint on Ultrasuede. I also like that it is so easy to care for. Once the colors are set, the challa cover can be hand washed like a pair of stockings and hung up to dry. It's beautiful, isn't it? Actually it looks great, unless you can read Hebrew. I must have gotten distracted while I was doing the calligraphy.

When my husband came home, he immediately noticed that I had left out a letter. AAARRRGGGHH!!! I thought about cutting the border out  and then redoing the lettering. I seemed quicker to just start from  scratch and then salvage the border another time.

No, I'm not done with the border yet. The decorative work is about 1/2 way done. I have to think about how to edge the piece.

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  1. oh, I am sorry you had to do it over. :(
    but I guess at some point in the future, when time is at even more of a premium, you will find you need a ready made border.

    I hope all your "at home" kiddos help out with the other things you usually do so you can get this done.
    hugs,
    Sandy in the UK

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  2. The kids at home do help with mundane bits of help...like laundry and dishwashing and cooking.

    son #1 just took a look at the unfinished challa cover and said" It needs more blue."

    He's right.

    My kids don't make a whole lot of art, but they, all three of them, have a good eye.ee have excellent visual memories and a terrific sense of design. It is always good to have their perspective. So I will be adding more blue.

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