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Ani, Ani, Ani Achashveirosh

 

A while back I was full of my cleverness in repairing my bathrobe. I thought that by reinforcing the worn out edges of the robe I would get a few more years of wear from a beloved garment.

 

I realized that I had mad the same error that many of my clients do. they bring me a beloved textile and assume that with just a bit of a nip and a tuck it will be as good as new.

Often though, I have to be the bearer of bad news and inform my client that their beloved item is too far gone. That when I looked carefully I can see that the textile is on it’s last legs and it really isn’t worth putting in the time and effort into repairing it.

I bought the red and white striped seersucker to repair my robe, gave it a new nifty trim…but that robe began to disintegrate within a few weeks of my completing the work on it. It was time for a new robe.

 

I did look around for some nice white waffle woven cottons… But given that I have a closet overflowing with fabrics I decided to shop my stash. This striped cotton was purchased as a possible backing for a quilt, but was  a bad fit for the quilt.  I wad serged the raw edges together and prewashed the length of fabric.

I used this child’s robe as my inspiration.

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It comes from the excellent Smart Sewing magazine put out by Universal Publishing in 1948. The wonderful clothing drafts are designed by the brilliant Frances Blondin. Looking at the diagram today, I realize that the Blondin draft was my starting point. I cut the sleeves in one with the body of the robe . It takes up more fabric but it’s quick and easy.

This is what I ended up with.

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There is a set of internal ties, as well as these external ties. the robe is easy to put on and easy to wear. My husband told me that I look like king Achashveirosh in the robe.

 

He’s right. It does look like the sort of robe that a parent would have lent to their child when participating in a Purim Hebrew school performance. Well, this is my new robe until it wears out or I figure out something better.

I don’t take pictures on Shabbat or Jewish Holidays, so while I often share preparations for Shabbat and the holidays, I don’t show you what we actually do on Shabbat. While we take doing Jewish stuff seriously, it does not mean that we don’t have fun with it.

 

For reason’s I no longer remember, we often wear silly hats during Shabbat dinner. My boys will often wear silly hats for candle lighting.  I took this photo just before I lit candles this past Friday.

stupid hats

And one more thing. I’m not sure how often I will be able to post this week. I leave for Boston in a little bit to help take care of my mother.

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