When I was in elementary school it seemed like every other child in my class had a granny square vest made by their grandmother. Both boys and girls wore their granny square vests. Girls tended to wear theirs in bright colors and boys in manly browns and beiges. Some of those grandmothers seemed to be accomplished needlewomen, others crochet with more enthusiasm than skill. My grandmother died just before that fad hit. And even if she were not underground in New Jersey, the chances of her crocheting me such a vest were slim to none. Mama was not known for her needlework. I envied the kids with grandmothers or great-aunts who used to make them ugly vests, or sweaters or stocking caps. In the last few months, I have become a great-aunt twice. I have been enjoying the opportunity to make things for these two little girls in our family. Before I make something for a baby I think about what it is like to be the mother of a small baby. You are sleep deprived and don't really ha...
A blog, mostly about my work making Jewish ritual objects, but with detours into garment making, living in New York City, cooking, and other aspects of domestic life. A note about comments: I love comments from readers, from spammers, not so much. I approve comments before posting them so comments are not cluttered with junk. It may take a few hours before your posts appear. Be patient. If you are a real person with a real comment it will be posted.