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Busy, busy, busy

With this and that.

This is some of the this, adding color to Isabelā€™s invitations, and the reply cards, and the thank you notes.

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This is more of the thisā€¦

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Couching silver cord to cover letters for an atara.

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The cord is too fragile to use for embroidery, so Iā€™m hand couching it. I could have done the couching by machine, but ultimately it is easier to work in small spaces when you work by hand.

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Couching is a fancy word for stitching down  decorative cording with tiny stitches.

 

And an inexplicable that:

I have tried three times to purchase the Family Circle book from this series that is about clothing. Each time I have gotten this volume from the seriesā€¦.

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on gardening. No, this is not all that useful for me living six flights above ground level.  I am going to put it in the give away bookshelf in my buildingā€™s basement.

And this is the breakfast I have been eating most mornings.

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Itā€™s sort of the opposite of a smoothie. I guess you can call it a roughie. Itā€™s an orange, some almonds cranberries and a couple of dates, and itā€™s delicious.

 

I am incredibly grateful that my dear friend, Marcia has invited us for Shabbat. It has been a hard week. Itā€™s so good to have a friend call up, acknowledge that it has been a hard week and then extend an invitation. There will be some cooking tomorrow, just not a giant escapade of cookery.

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