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Facing my fears

Sometimes I will work out a plan of action with a client during our initial meeting. It all makes sense to me during the  meeting. I know exactly what Iā€™m going to be doing.

As I think about the project in more detail, some aspects of the process seem truly terrifying.  During the couple of weeks that Rahamimā€™s tallit bag was in my apartment it seemed to get more papery. I was terrified that my plan of fusing the useable parts to interfacing would be a disaster. I was afraid that the useable bits of tallit bag might really be too old and shredded to use.

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Today I carefully cut out the largest useable part of the tallit bag and fused it to the  tricot interfacing.  The worn spot in the middle was where Rahamimā€™s mother sewed on the snap.

This is what the back of the bag looked like.

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I guess this photo helps you to understand my fears about working with this fabric.

 

I also salvaged two more bits of useable fabric from the under-flap.

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Here are all of my fused bits of fabric ready to go.

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And here are the fabrics I will be using for the bag.

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I see in the photo that the fabric I painted looks greenish  in the photos.   Believe me, in real life the colors look wonderful together. Itā€™s really a brown with a greenish cast, this gives you a better sense of the color.

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Tomorrow I will start constructing the outside of the bag. The inside of the bag will be complicated to do as well.

 

I also did a fair amount of bread baking. I made two dozen bagels for a shiva house. I also made pita for my family.  Iā€™m finally getting the hang of getting the pita to really puff up.

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