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Tallitot and a little side project

 I have been working away on Todd's tallit.


It was time to begin assembling his beloved, Alejandra's tallit.


The linen for her tallit is lighter weight than Todd's tallit. I can only do the dense decorative stitches on the bits that are two layers of linen or more.





The tallit is made out of lots of small steps performed over and over again. Press the raw edge of the linen strip with the text under. Select a color and a stitch. Sew the strip to the tallit. use the edge of the text strip as a guide and stitch a row of decorative stitching as a spacer, repeat, and continue until all of the text strips are completed.



I took the picture earlier today Since then I added the last bit of text (actually it is the beginning of the poem because it was easier to add the strips from the bottom to the top than the other way around).  

Not that you asked, but the embroidery threads I am using on these two tallitot come from Thread Art. Machine embroidery thread is often finicky stuff that is annoying to use. Embroidery threads can often break, fray, or keep insisting that the sewing machine needle be replaced often. The results can be beautiful but lots of hair can be pulled out and lots of cursing can take place before a project is completed. These embroidery threads have been a dream to use. Lots of bloggers say nice things about products because they have been given those products for free in exchange for a mention. I bought these threads. I didn't even have a discount code. Thread Art doesn't know that I am saying nice things about their threads. These are excellent threads.

On the home dec front, I had been meaning to recover


this couch cushion since the pandemic began. It looked marginally better when the pandemic began but it is truly ratty looking.

I  have lots of home dec fabrics in my stash ready for exactly this task. All of them are in various patterns in spice colors.


 I used the couch cushion as my cutting guide and serged around the edges.



After I took this photo I topstitched around the edges of the fabric.

I put the cushion into the new cover and hand sewed the new cover closed.

Here it is in place.

 


This little side project probably took about thirty minutes from start to finish. It gave me a nice burst of energy so I could re-tackle the tallitot with a spring in my step.




And lastly, an entry for the department of questionable pairings...


The local exterminating company has started leasing out the front window of its store to an ices company.


The sweet young women who man the ices concession will often call out to us inviting us to buy a cup of ices. I always assume that the ices will taste of that weirdly sweet-smelling liquid the exterminators use to kill bugs. I have yet to purchase any ices although I have made use of the exterminating services.






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