holy day
A few pictures taken at the Commemoration of the Martyrdom of the Bab yesterday
This morning Tara and I caught a taxi to our weeekly Rose Garden class, and halfway there the taxi driver turns around, looks at Tara and asks me how old she is. I reply and then ask him whether he has kids of his own. He says tiredly, “Nine”. NINE?! At first, I think, because of his poor English, he means a nine-year-old child. But no. He goes on, “I have nine children. All boys.” Nine boys?! “First three, then one, then two, then one, then two again. We wanted a girl.” Holy moley smokey! Respect to his wife. Reminds me NEVER to complain about how difficult it can get with just one!
A friend forwarded this clip to us, and I can’t stop watching it. After watching that, watch this one. I love this individual’s initiative! Brings me pure happiness ![]()
This afternoon Tara and I made a pasta necklace:
It broke after she tried to eat it.
And for the longest time I have been cringing at the sight of the countless magnets on our refrigerator that advertise Shlomo’s pizzeria, the Golomb pharmacy, and who knows what else in Hebrew.
And also for some time I’ve been cutting out pictures of patterns and colours I love from magazines and stashing them away with the hope of using them for something creative one day. So today was the day.
I cut out those patterns and stuck them over the ugly magnets. Easy peasy.
You can go further and use family photos, recycled wrapping paper, or your child’s favourite cartoon characters. Anything goes! And the fridge doesn’t look half bad.
Same material, but shorter and tighter than the first pair I made. I also sewed cute ribbons on the side of each pant leg. To use up the rest of the material I’m also in the middle of making a skirt.
Today I got news that I have been approved for Australian citizenship!! ![]()
I have just completed sewing some summer pants for Tara. I have just completed sewing something for the first time in my life. The last time that I tried to stitch fabric together was when I was in Brownies. And there I managed to sew my skirt onto the material. TWICE. So for this little project, I bought the most gorgeous fabric in the Hadar and decided to just go for it. I have found that buying in small supply for a little person = good deals. I borrowed a sewing machine from a friend and it took four people to try to thread it together.
Sizing up the material:
An afternoon later, with some schooling from Glen, whose mother was a tailor, the pants were done, with many, many rough edges:
But I think she likes ‘em, or at least she hasn’t reached the age where she can complain about what she wears.