sarah in nyc

 I  had two posts that I had planned to write between the last post and the one I am writing right now---but time just ran away from me. I had planned to write about my mother's Yahrzeit which we marked on Thursday night and Friday. I joined my sisters, through the magic of Zoom, at evening services Thursday night at KI in Brookline. One of the other participants was my long time Quincy friend Sandy.  We followed up Zoom services with a long, long Zoom chat. As always, our talks are long, open, and honest they way they can be when you know someone for close to sixty years. Earlier on Thursday, I baked. I made a weekday semolina bread. After the loaf was baked and I looked at how I had scored the loaf. I realized that my design was influenced by the article I had read earlier in the day about Ray Eames and her  textile designs. I also made challah. In honor of Purim I made poppy seed filled challot.  I mixed poppy seeds with some Ukranian jam I had found at Netco...

 A couple of posts ago I wrote about restoring  the challah cover I had given to my sister . When I wrote the post I was only partially done. I had cut away the rotted silk, found a good replacement, (the reverse of a red jacquard weave upholstery fabric),  had stitched the center panel with the lettering to the new and stronger fabric, and covered the join with a braid that I had embroidered. My next task was to stitch the Chinese brocade to the upholstery fabric and to cover that raw edge.  One might ask why I didn't just disassemble the whole challah cover. Brocade is incredibly shreddy fabric. If I unpicked the brocade border and tried to reassemble the entire challah cover the process of unpicking would likely leave me with shredded bits of brocade that would have become much smaller during the tedious job of un-sewing. I carefully placed the upholstery fabric into position  (in the photo above it is just slightly skewed). I basted everything into position ...