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 If you came by today to see what I am cooking for Shabbat dinner, I am sorry to disappoint you. We are eating at a friend's to celebrate Tanta Marcia's birthday. I did make two chicken for the birthday dinner.


They were made at the same time as the chicken below but have been in suspended animation in our freezer since last Friday.


I delivered the chickens to our friends' apartment. They live in what is known locally as a "post war" apartment, that is, post WWI.  I noticed the lovely tile floor as I waited for the elevator outside of their apartment.




The tile shapes are bog-standard. The color of the tiles and the the herringbone ground give these tiles a medieval flavor. There was a a big revival of medieval style in the post WWI years.


The lobby floor is in a similar theme but in a more rusticated form. 

Tanta Marcia's celebrations continue tomorrow and I made some focaccia for tomorrow's lunch. (Some is actually an understatement.)








Last night I baked a bread and I share it because it was extra adorable.





As a bread it wasn't bad either.



A dear friend has a birthday so I painted a  scarf for her.




The scarf is a lovely wool gauze. I may be purchasing more for gifts for others.







Seeing the pretty tile floors a few blocks uptown made me look at the floors in my elevator with renewed pleasure.


I worked on redesigning the elevator interiors. Working with the elevator contractor was mostly annoying. Most of the annoyance falls away when I see this.



I designed the elevator floors to match the mosaic floors in our hallway.


I end this post with yet another thing I didn't buy at the thrift store.



If I had normal feet I  would have bought these boots in a heartbeat.




I just love the witchy go-go boot vibe.  If I owned such boots I would have to make a crushed patent leather jumper in red to wear with the boots. Of course the jumper would need giant brass grommets.
















Shabbat Shalom to all of us.

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