sarah in nyc

  Long before I began sewing, one of the great joys of my life has been going to craft shows. Actually, let me make that more specific I adore going to good, carefully juried craft shows where the goods sit on that border between craft and art. Going to a "craft show" where the good exhibited are unoriginal, made from a commercially available pattern or are simply slightly embellished commercially made goods is just depressing This weekend was the Crafts at the Cathedral show. The Cathedral being St. John the Divine, a glorious building built as if it were being constructed in the late Middle Ages but construction began sometime in the 19th century and continues even today. So the building itself is a great setting for the work exhibited. below are some details of the doorway going into the church. The Crafts at the Cathedral show is one of those wonderful juried shows. I bought myself a weekend pass and went to the show yesterday after Shabbat morning services. It felt luxur...

 Just a quick pre-Shabbat post. First a follow-up on the leather jacket. For those of you who don't hang on my every word...My son and  traded leather jackets.   I gave him my 1980s wilsons motorcycle jacket that looked terrible on my but great on him. In exchange I got my sons vintage 80s motorcycle jacket with a crumbling foam interlining. I replaced the crumbled foam and the lining with a purchased quilted jacket. I hand sewed the lining onto the existing stitching holes that were made sewing in the dead lining.  After a whole lot of hand stitching the jacket is more or less complete. Yes, I do need to work on restoring and refreshing the leather. I wore the jacket last night. We went to see The Hills of California . It is such a good show if you are in town , go see it. It was pretty cold and windy last night. My husband wore a down vest under a down jacket and he was cold. I wore a warm sweater under the leather jacket (which is now lined with a light to mi...

 All of us are familiar with the image of the country bumpkin coming to the big city and being overwhelmed by the sight of all of the tall buildings and the bustling crowds.I have been living in the big city since 1982 and I find that again and again what draws my eye are bits of nature hiding amid the concrete and steel. The other day, my husband and I went together to take care of some household chores just out of the neighborhood.  I reminded myself of our oldest who  learned how to read letters and numbers at an obscenely early age and every time we went out she had to stop to name every number and letter in every sign in every window along Broadway. Going a block or two could take most of an hour. I kept having to stop to take pictures. The day was one of those days when the sky is deeply almost slate grey and the sun is shining at the same time. It was the perfect day for dramatic light shining through the last of the leaves still clinging to the branches. The next ...