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some work and a bit of cooking

 In  a recent post I had posted one small photo of Nini's atara. I need to correct that.



There was so much work that went into this atara. 




First, let's start with the text which is two verse fragments from Chapter 16 of the Book of Chronicles.

יִרְעַ֤ם הַיָּם֙ וּמְלוֹא֔וֹ יַעֲלֹ֥ץ הַשָּׂדֶ֖ה וְכׇל־אֲשֶׁר־בּֽוֹ׃        
Let the sea and all within it thunder,
the fields and everything in them exult;


We are using the first half of verse 32 and the first half of the next verse.

אָ֥ז יְרַנְּנ֖וּ עֲצֵ֣י הַיָּ֑עַר מִלִּפְנֵ֣י יְהֹוָ֔ה כִּי־בָ֖א לִשְׁפּ֥וֹט אֶת־הָאָֽרֶץ׃        
then shall all the trees of the forest shout for joy
at the presence of the LORD,
for He is coming to rule the earth

 I hand couched the ocean text onto appliqued ocean that I made out of silk that I had dyed.




The sky above the ocean was a little excercise in obsession.  I hand couched hand dyed silk embroidery threads to resemble a stormy sky.


And now on to the left side of the atara. I embroidered a few stars onto the sky and then hand embroidered the letters for the words which in the translation above is rendered as "shout for joy".




I indicated trees first with a simple embroidery stitch and then with bigger trees made with  freehand machine embroidery. Yes, I am aware that I have to trim the threads on the larger trees.

Yesterday, I worked on creating beach roses.



I dyed some silk magenta. While the silk dried i consulted with YouTube to figure out the best way for me to construct  silk beach roses that could put up with a bunch of use. A tallit is used and manipulated. The roses would need to put up with daily handling.


Once it was dry I cut out a bunch of circles using the top of my spray starch can as a template.



Then it was time to construct the roses. Each circle got folded in half. Then I did a running stitch along the doubled curved edges.


I pulled the thread and then the petals gathered up to look sort of like the beach roses.



I knew that I needed to add the yellow pistils and stamens to the center.


Teeny golden glass beads stood in for the yellow centers.

Nini was concertned that my roses didn't have that great fuschia that she loved in the beach roses  and they read a bit too red/orange. Some of that is my camera. But the color is changeable and in certain lights does read a bit more orange.So it is off to another round of dyeing silk.

 This will need another couple of layers of color. I will keep you posted.


I cooked for Shabbat.


We are having chicken with amba cooked on a bed of shredded zucchini and carrots. I also made a gazpacho and baked potatoes.


My husband doesn't love the pungent taste of amba as much as I do, but he loves me enough to occasionally indulge.




Shabbat Shalom! Hoping that this week we wil get news of peace.









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