sarah in nyc

 A couple of you asked to see me in the fabulous thrifted Babette jacket. Getting my picture taken is always a bit anxiety-inducing.   First, here is a photo of the jacket fresh from the washing machine, hanging to dry in our bathroom. Just a moment about the fabric. I suspect that it is woven in Japan. Each stripe is woven in a different pattern. Weaving this stripe pattern, even on a mechanical loom is complicated work. The jacket looked pretty good just hung to dry. It was wearable but a bit of pressing would just sharpen the jacket up. I also want to point out that a lesser designer would just match up the stipe patterns left and right and call it a day. Yes, that is how home sewers often identify a garment of quality.  But what the designer has done here actually takes more artistry.  Thought has gone into the visual composition of this jacket. The fact that the jacket isn't identical right to left keeps your eyes dancing across the surface of the jacket. H...

 Living as we do in Covid-land, face to face contact with people who don't live in my house is a treat. Today, the woman I call Tanta Marcia (Because she does all of those nice things to me that a beloved aunt might do, and the rest of the world knows as Marcia) and I had made plans to have lunch together. We decided to meet at the nice vegetarian Indian restaurant that always makes me feel like I am eating at my Indian Bubbie's house. The restaurant, Ayurveda, feeds you until you are full. There isn't a menu. They feed you what they cooked that day. You get a platter filled with little bowls of food. "Are you sure you don't want more???" At a time when all of us are in need of comfort, Ayurveda serves comfort up in giant portions. There are two small tables set on either side of the restaurant door. Marcia sits at one and I sit at the other so we can eat in a socially distant way and still chat. We talk about what is going on in our lives and suddenly I hear ...