Festival of randomness

Like many bloggers I allow readers to comment on my posts. I chose to moderate comments because I was a little worried about possibly being flamed.

I really love getting comments from actual readers. I do tend to get a fair number of comments from businesses posting comments in the hopes that people click on the embedded links and drive traffic to their sites. I never post those comments, ever.

Sometimes those comments are blatant and say things like “ I love your tallit. Buy a tallit from me on my site.” Sometimes I get comments like the one that arrived in my email box this morning.
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It’s kind of stunning as a piece of writing. it was followed by a link which I have not included.

Here is another
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Now I’m changing topics. Last week Fabric Mart was having a giant sale. They marked they mystery bundles to half price. I could not resist. I bought two bundles. Their fabric bundles contain ten yards of fabric cuts from 1/2 a yard to just over two yards

I love a surprise. These bundles always manage to do that. So far I have made two dresses. This is the first.

It’s a mystery blend sweater knit. I bound the neckline and so far have just serged the sleeve hems. They may get a nice finish at some point.

I haven’t gotten the color of the lighter bits of the dress to photograph quite right. It’s the color of coffee with lots of milk in it. It’s an easy to wear winter dress. The most interesting thing about it ( aside from the bold print) is the not very interesting bound neckline.

This is the second dress I made. While I might have chosen the hound's-tooth knit on my own, I would never have selected the fabric for the next dress on my own ( well that’s the joy of a mystery bundle).

I realized two things while I took the photo. The first is that the dress needs a pressing

The other thing I realized is that the librarian in my high school, Mrs. Quint, had a nearly identical dress, or perhaps several of them.

I may be forced to wear my hair in a light brown bouffant helmet and wear a pearl circle pin when I put this dress on.
Mrs. Quint was a very kind woman and was fairly timid. I will wear the dress and think of her. I will probably speak very softly and with a very heavy Boston accent when I wear the dress.

If you need help figuring out how to draft either the Mrs. Quint dress or the hound’s- tooth dress just let me know. ( Actually they are awfully similar)

Barukh Dayan HaEmet - Blessed be the True Judge

In 1986, when I first began working for my synagogue, one of the volunteers was a teeny little Austrian woman. Ida was so little and cute, you could swear you could just put her in your pocket and carry her around. Ida also babysat for a little girl in our community. When I saw the two of them running around together and laughing as if they were both four, I knew that when I had kids, Ida would babysit for my kids. In order to be sure that Ida would take care of my oldest, I told her I was pregnant at the same time I told my mother. Soon after my oldest was born, Ida was ready. She was silly, but she was also Austrian. She had her rules. She would care for a child only until they could walk. She felt that she was too old to chase children. She would work only twelve hours a week. The baby had to be fed, dressed and ready to go out when she showed up. Ida's rules made sense. It taught me, and my oldest, the value of having a schedule. Ida and ...

Two funerals and a birthday

I know that it has been a while since I posted. We went to Boston last weekend to celebrate the bar mitzvah of a family friend. I may post about the weekend in a different post. Two disparate topics in one post is all I can manage today. Yesterday was a busy day and filled with big emotions. We began the day at the funeral of a young man who was a Hebrew School classmate of my older son's. I had such fond, fond memories of the sweet, funny, kind and exceptionally bright young man who also had terrible struggles. I kept remembering the young man both as a delightful child full of promise and the suffering that he and his family have been through for the past many years. I sat with two women whose children attended preschool with the young man. We three held one another in our sorrow. Yesterday was also my husband's birthday. My husband is not someone who wants things. When we were at Bingo---the kosher version of Costco I spotted a large package of ste...

It All Feels Like Yesterday

Today, an oponion piece in the Wall Street Journal had the headline These Days, It All Feels Like Yesterday. It seemed a perfect way to sum up how we live our lives these days. I have been far more willing during this Covid time to do the sort of slow going work that I tend to avoid like the plague during normal times. I have been working away on Max's tallit. I had decided to get the lettering on the atara in a new to me way. Actually, to be completely honest, this is a method I have read about since I was a kid. You draw the design on a bit of what is called "waste fabric". Then you embroider the design and then you pull away the waste fabric thread by thread. The embroidered design remains, but all of your guidelines are gone, as if by magic. I had more or less finished embroidering the letters. (There were little bits of letters I hadn't quite finished but knew that I could add after the purple fabric was pulled away.) I began by picking out all of my red basting ...

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