another week comes to an end

As I get ready to write this post, I look over the photos I have taken over the past few days. There are times when they seem to organize themselves into a tidy little story. There are other times when  they are the visual equivalents of the  school lunches my mother sometimes made when she was really short on sleep and grocery shopping still needed to get done. My sisters and I would compare the results with a befuddled shrug.

I once got a cottage cheese and cranberry sauce sandwich. My mother when asked, said that she knew I liked them both. My sister got a cottage cheese and sauerkraut sandwich for the same reason. Both were  difficult to eat in sandwich form. I think I may have gotten the better of the two sandwiches.

So bear with me as you read the rest of this post. I am a bit sleep deprived. We got up early yesterday to observe Aunt Yetta's Yahrzeit.

 We both adored my mother-in-law's younger sister. My husband used to say that Yetta in her outlook was always sixteen.  She loved her nieces and nephews fiercely and they loved her back with that same deep love.

I submitted a sketch for an atara to a client.

The text comes from the Shabbat morning services

If only our mouths were as filled with poetry as the sea

I am planning to have the text floating over a sea painted on multiple layers of sheer silk gazar. you can see just how sheer gazar is below..

 I hope my client likes this...and if not I look forward to hearing his ideas.

Last Shabbat I wore a dress to synagogue. It's a sheath made out of a stretch jacquard woven suiting with a cool black and white print. The dress fits me well but the length was just a bit awkward. There is something about wearing a dress where the ft is a little funny. I just feel uncomfortable and out of sorts when I wear it.

I thought that a strip of contrasting fabric at the hem might do the trick.

I added a different back and white stretch suiting in a print that works well with the rest of the dress.

I know the dress looks like not much on the hanger. On the body it looks like the kind of indispensable dresses that Calvin Klein makes and one wears until they fall apart.

This was another challah baking week.

In addition to meatballs, we are eating a cucumber salad.

We are also eating this pickled cauliflower salad.

You boil a brine of vinegar, brown sugar and salt ( 1/2 tsp salt and a T of brown sugar) and red pepper flakes. While the brine boils you break down a head of cauliflower into tiny florets. After the bowl is filled with tiny white cauliflower florets you add the brine to the cauliflower and then add the other vegetables. Stir often between the time you make it and the time you serve the salad. This is a nice bright flavored thing to serve on a hot evening.

Shabbat Shalom!