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Progress on Hanoch's tallit and the end of a very long era

 

As of Sunday evening, the calligraphed and painted stripes




all were properly edged.







I am loving the mix of colors. I hope that Hanoch does as well.























One of the painted stripes will not have text.



I started adding the stitched and ribbon stripes to the tallit. 














I am really pleased with the ribbons that I embroidered.



And now...the end of than era.



My former across the hall neighbors and our family were pretty close during the years they lived across the hall. Our collective children wandered back and forth across the hall between the two apartments. We all had many adventures and meals together.


Michael and Andrea (our dear neighbors) had a car and shopped at Costco years before Costco opened a store across town. At one point Andrea bought a whole lot of boxes of Crystal Light in lemonade flavor.  Andrea became allergic to Crystal Light.


So, twenty three years ago Andrea gave us more than 25 boxes of Crystal Light. We stashed those boxes all over the apartment. There were boxes on high shelves and hidden on cabinets all over the apartment.


For some reason we all became fond of drinking Crystal light when we were sick.


For reasons lost in the mists of time, we all called it Melonade. Boxes went with our kids when they went to camp and when they moved into their own apartments.

The other day



My husband opened up the very last little packet of Crystal Light from the very last box. The Melonade era of our lives has come to an end. It was a good twenty three years.


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  1. Yonina SiegalJuly 30, 2026 at 7:42 PM

    Sarah - I’ve missed your writing and creating and photographs. I’m looking forward to catching up. I love, love, love
    these colors. But never liked Crystal Light. :)) How incredible that the treasure trove lasted so long. The End of an Era indeed. Shabbat Shalom!

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    1. Sarah JacobsJuly 31, 2026 at 11:40 AM

      Always, always good to hear from you Yonina. Hanoch is a man of several tallitot. He loves one of his tallitot wit a woven stripe that goes from a deep blue/purple and fades to a sky blue. I am trying to echo that but in the softer color shifts that go along with hand painting.

      I have found the taste of fake sugar to be less and less appealing as time goes on.

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