A small adventure and progress on Jess's tallit.

Yesterday we went on a little adventure---to Hoboken.

It's the birthplace of Frank Sinatra. I don't know how many people would choose to make Hoboken a day trip destination but we are a sucker for old cities so off we went with our friends Alfie and Judy.

One of us was in need of a nap and stretched out on the grass in Frank Sinatra Park for a nap. The rest of us watched this photoshoot with a quinceañera and her parents.

The dress was impressive. The girl's parents wrangled the dress up and down the promenade. The girl wore crocks and ankle socks under the dress. Her parents acted as stylists arranging the skirt for every shot.

After naptime was done, we walked to the Hoboken Terminal. It is a pretty fabulous building

that was created when train travel wasn't just transportation but was an EVENT.

I am going to pause here to complain for a moment---no, not about our lovely day in Hoboken but about the fact that Blogger has decided to make inserting images into this blog much more difficult than normal. I am not including the cursing portion of composing this blog post.

The other day, I produced this embroidered ribbon to use as a border for one of the text panels on Jess's tallit. What you see below is the finished product that is a last stage of a multi stepped event.

First, I stacked the light blue ribbon over the ivory ribbon. Then I embroidered the pale blue leaf motif. After that, I embroidered the dark blue scallop on the right side of the leaf motif and then did the same on the left.

I suppose that I could have stopped there. I wanted the ribbon to look a bit less flat and have just a tiny subtle bit of glimmer.

I used a very fine bronze colored Lurex thread in a three-step zig zag .It's barely noticeable, but when Jess moves it will glow.

I went back and did the same thing on the other side of the ribbon.

Then I sewed the embroidered ribbon onto the text stripe---of course with another embroidery stitch.

This is what it will look like on the tallit.

I went through a similar process with a different text stripe.

I am building this tallit bit by bit.

There is lots more work to be done. I love how each big task is made up of small doable smaller tasks.

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