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A couple of follow ups

 The mended tallit was worn this past Shabbat by the mother of the spectacular Bat mitzvah girl.



The bat mitzvah girl actually spoke about the mitzvah of wearing a tallit during her d'rash. Hannah's d'rash sent me on a deep dive into Fashion in ancient Mesopotamia. You can read more here. Clearly fringes were a big deal in that particular universe of fashion.

This kippah was shipped out and 


delivered.






David was just incredibly pleased. He wears the kippot I have made him every day. David is one of those guys who tries to do good wherever he goes and the kippah will be on his head during each one of those adventures.


Tuesday, Nini arrived to see her tallit in person for the first time and to tie her tzizit.


Nini loved how comfortable her tallit was. She also shared more photos from her recent trip to Nova Scotia. She was so happy that I was able to evoke her beloved landscape.


I love the peek of the underside of the tallit.




I also love how great the tallit looks with Nini's coloring.



That swoop of ocean sits right in the middle of Nini's neck.




My husband wanted me to be sure to show all of you photos of the tallit spread out so you could take in the whole thing at on time. I love how that ocean stripe works with the atara.



Below is the reverse of the tallit. The stripes on the back are designed not only to give pleasure to whoever sits behind Nini, but also to hide less than pretty stitching showing.



I hadn't shared the bag that I made to go with the tallit because I wanted it to be a surprise for Nini. This is a mix of  hand guided machine embroidery and machine couching







The bag is lined in the Nova Scotia tartan. As I made the bag I kept thinking that the bag is like an overture for the tallit.

Finally, I leave you with a question for which I have no answer.



Why did the 


turkeys cross





the road?






Comments

  1. Absolutely beautiful and it looks wonderful on her!

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  2. Dear Betsy, Thank you. This tallit was designed mostly by text messages. We had one Zoom meeting. Mostly Nini and I conversed via FB messenger with lots of photos. Nini sent me photos she had taken of the Nova Scotia coast and I sent photos of my progress.

    There were elements of the tallit that were decided very early on and other elements that evolved through our many texts back and forth

    I was so delighted to see how the tallit was transformed for the better when Nini put it on .

    A tallit is always a collaboration. Some clients get nervous during the middle messy parts of the process. Because every project has some moments when it looks like a chaotic mess. But perhaps because Nini is a psychologist... she was comfortable about seeing ALL of the process . Ultimately, it made for a better piece

    I didn't expect to ramble on quite so much.. but thank again Betsey.

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