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back at the sewing machine again

After being away for two weeks, it was nice to be back at my sewing machine. My youngest son is home from college.  He had a pile of folded pants on the floor of his room. They all needed mending.

My son is a skinny guy. He usually keeps his phone in his back pocket. The skinny jeans he wears look great on him but the lycra/denim mix isn't the longest wearing fabric on the planet. The parts of his pants that support the pocket usually fail from the weight of his phone.

So, right after I returned home I started mending pants. This checked pair has been mended several times.  I have been adding a patch to the inside of the pants and grafting the two layers together with lots of stitching.
 Luckily my son doesn't mind the contrasting bits of patch showing.

I mended two pairs of the lavender and black checkerboard jeans.

I also mended two pairs of jeans that I think I bought my son while he was still in middle school. When I think about it, these pants may have been worn for 
 at least a year or two by my older son. My youngest loves these jeans because they are so soft.
 Two pairs of jeans needed repairs in the crotch.


The black and white striped pair was potentially tricky because of the white stripes, they seem to have been made out of a plasticky type of a paint. I didn't know how my sewing machine would behave. I added some black rayon knit to the underside of the fabric. When the pants are worn the repairs aren't all that obvious.


What felt like the most complicated repair for me, was replacing the pocket bag on this pair of jeans. 
I made a pattern of the existing torn pocket, cut a new one out of orange linen, because I had a scrap the right size and then stitched the new pocket bag into place.

All of this mending involves some pleasant problem-solving. Each problem has several possible solutions and I usually try to use the solution that works the most easily for me. There is something oddly soothing about the process of making all of these pants wearable again for my son. Luckily lots of designer jeans are featuring the sorts of repeated stitch patterns that mending produces.  My son likes the look and is happy I can fix his pants. 

I never would have thought that I would find mending so satisfying. 

Today I got a challah cover ready to send to the bride and groom.

The text is the chorus of this poem 
English translationTransliterationHebrew
Chorus:
1Letā€™s go, my beloved, to meet the bride,Lekhah dodi liqrat kallahלכה דודי לק×Øא×Ŗ כלהā€¬
2and let us welcome the presence of Shabbat.p'nei Shabbat neqabelahפני שב×Ŗ נקבלהā€¬
Verse 1:
3"Safeguard" and "Remember" in a single utterance,Shamor v'zakhor b'dibur eįø„adשמו×Ø ×•×–×›×•×Ø ×‘×“×‘×•×Ø ××—×“ā€¬
4We were made to hear by the unified God,hishmiŹæanu El hameyuįø„adהשמיענו אל המיחדā€¬
5God is one and Godā€™s Name is one,Adonai eįø„ad ushemo eįø„adיי אחד ושמו אחדā€¬
6In fame and splendor and praiseful song.L'Sheim ul'tiferet v'lit'hilahלשם ול×Ŗפא×Ø×Ŗ ול×Ŗהלהā€¬
Verse 2:
7To greet Shabbat letā€™s go, letā€™s travel,Liqrat Shabbat lekhu v'nelekhahלק×Øא×Ŗ שב×Ŗ לכו ונלכהā€¬
8For she is the wellspring of blessing,ki hi m'qor haberakhahכי היא מקו×Ø ×”×‘×Øכהā€¬
9From the start, from ancient times she was chosen,merosh miqedem nesukhahמ×Øאש מקדם נהוכהā€¬
10Last made, but first planned.sof maŹæaseh b'maįø„ashavah teįø„ilahהוף מעשה במחשבה ×Ŗחלהā€¬
Verse 3:
11Sanctuary of the king, royal city,Miqdash melekhŹæir melukhahמקדש מלך עי×Ø ×ž×œ×•×›×”ā€¬
12Arise! Leave from the midst of the turmoil;Qumi tz'i mitokh ha-hafeikhahקומי צאי מ×Ŗוך ההפכהā€¬
13Long enough have you sat in the valley of tearsRav lakh shevet b'eimeq habakha×Øב לך שב×Ŗ בעמק הבכאā€¬
14And He will take great pity upon you compassionately.v'hu yaįø„amol Źæalayikh įø„emlahוהוא יחמול עליך חמלהā€¬
Verse 4:
15Shake yourself free, rise from the dust,HitnaŹæari me'afar qumiה×Ŗ× ×¢×Øי מעפ×Ø ×§×•×ž×™ā€¬
16Dress in your garments of splendor, my people,Livshi bigdei tifartekh Źæamiלבשי בגדי ×Ŗפא×Ø×Ŗך עמיā€¬
17By the hand of Jesseā€™s son of Bethlehem,ŹæAl yad ben Yishai beit ha-laįø„miעל יד בן ישי בי×Ŗ הלחמיā€¬
18Redemption draws near to my soul.Qorvah el nafshi g'alahק×Øבה אל נפשי גאלהā€¬
Verse 5:
19Rouse yourselves! Rouse yourselves!HitŹæoreri hitŹæoreriה×Ŗעו×Ø×Øי ה×Ŗעו×Ø×Øיā€¬
20Your light is coming, rise up and shine.Ki va oreikh qumi oriכי בא או×Øך קומי או×Øיā€¬
21Awaken! Awaken! utter a song,ŹæUri Źæuri shir dabeiriעו×Øי עו×Øי שי×Ø ×“×‘×Øיā€¬
22The glory of the Lord is revealed upon you.K'vod Adonai Źæalayikh niglahכבוד יי עליך נגלהā€¬
Verse 6:
23Do not be embarrassed! Do not be ashamed!Lo tevoshi v'lo tikalmiלא ×Ŗבושי ולא ×Ŗכלמיā€¬
24Why be downcast? Why groan?Mah tishtoįø„aįø„i umah tehemiמה ×Ŗש×Ŗוחחי ומה ×Ŗהמיā€¬
25All my afflicted people will find refuge within youbakh yeįø„esu Źæaniyei Źæamiבך יחהו עניי עמיā€¬
26And the city shall be rebuilt on her hill.v'nivnetah Źæir Źæal tilahונבנ×Ŗה עי×Ø ×¢×œ ×Ŗלהā€¬
Verse 7:
27Your despoilers will become your spoil,V'hayu limshisah shosayikhוהיו למשהה שאהיךā€¬
28Far away shall be any who would devour you,V'raįø„aqu kol mevalŹæayikhו×Øחקו כל מבלעיךā€¬
29Your God will rejoice concerning you,YasisŹæalayikh Elohayikhישיש עליך אלהיךā€¬
30As a groom rejoices over a bride.Kimsos įø„atan Źæal kalahכמשוש ח×Ŗן על כלהā€¬
Verse 8:
31To your right and your left you will burst forth,Yamin usmol tifrotziימין ושמאל ×Ŗפ×Øוציā€¬
32And the Lord will you revereV'et Adonai taŹæaritziוא×Ŗ יי ×Ŗ×¢×Øיציā€¬
33By the hand of a child of Peretz,ŹæAl yad ish ben Partziעל יד איש בן פ×Øציā€¬
34We will rejoice and sing happily.V'nismeįø„ah v'nagilahונשמחה ונגילהā€¬
Verse 9:
35Come in peace, crown of her husband,Boi v'shalom ateret baŹæalahבואי בשלום עט×Ø×Ŗ בעלהā€¬
36Both in happiness and in jubilationGam b'simįø„ah uvetzahalahגם בשמחה ובצהלהā€¬
37Amidst the faithful of the treasured nationTokh emunei Źæam segulah×Ŗוך אמוני עם הגלהā€¬
38Come O Bride! Come O Bride!Boi khalah boi khalahבואי כלה בואי כלהā€¬

This was all painted on silk shantung (please ignore the passive voice, this is all my work). I love the soft colors and the cheerful grapes.

Before I moved to New York the thought of living in such a big city kind of terrified me. Soon after I moved here I remember taking the train back to New York after a visit back home.  The train travels next to the Tri-boro bridge and then turns left and you see a fabulous view of Manhattan. I remember becoming so excited because I was seeing home. I haven't come back to New York and not had that same feeling of excitement and anticipation and being truly home.



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  1. It's a beautiful challah cover. The bride and groom are lucky to have it.
    I got a new sewing machine a few weeks ago and decided to try out the mending stitches on my husbands jeans. I never thought I'd have fun doing it but I enjoyed it.
    I've also been stitching out all the fancy stitches which I can't figure out what I'd ever use them for since I'm a minimalist in clothing and decor. But it's fun.

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  2. I think there are ways to use the stitches that works...a little harder for adult clothing...I just used embroidery stitches on two men's shirts that I lopped the collars from and wear as lounge wear. . Both shirts had worn out collars. I was feeling lazy so just cut the collars off ( rather than unpicking all of that tiny fine stitching and re sewing) I used a fake blanket stitch to edge the collar and then added more stitching in the same color to make it all look intentional.

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