This blog should find you healthy in body and soul. There will be no news summary herein. You already have too much of that, and this writer is taking a 24-hour break from the news, too.
I am a recycler of clothing. If a skirt is made from cotton, in a style that I like, I pick it up, whether from a G’mach or elsewhere. Did you know that some trash bins have a huge compartment for clothing? I don’t look in there, but many folks do and there’s no shame about it.
There’s a G’mach near the Shuk Machane Yehuda and the saleslady gives me free choice of wearable clothing that has slight “imperfections”, like an open seam, a frayed hem or a missing button. A G’mach for used clothing (any charitable Jewish free loan or other organized benefit or act of kindness) is a good place to search for clothes to recycle. The skirt that I planned to work on today is from my “To Do” pile.
I saw a Birthright bus filling up downstairs and I wanted to greet them. I rushed to the corner and they were pulling out. It was about 9:00 AM. The sewing project required a spool of periwinkle blue thread and some interfacing. The city was heating up so why not try to get the notions?
I went to the local notions store where the most fabulous fabrics and wool are spread around on open shelves. The set-up reminds me of our bakeries that display every type of pastry on trays within hand’s reach.
The store was open at 9:00 AM and ready for business. The lady helped me describe the interfacing. She was maskima (agreed to the definition) when I offered “tricot” for my request.
After the purchase, I came back home to a delicious breakfast of my “vegetables” in a cake and started to attach a tape to the bottom of a skirt. There were various steps to prepare the tape. Then the tape was affixed, and after several ironings of the seams and adjacent fabric, I realized that the skirt was no longer a “meeskeit”.
Here we are, in Jerusalem. We are called the remnants of the Jewish people. We come to Israel and feel the pressures of getting settled. It’s like the re-forming of my new-old skirt. The knit tape was attached but still bulky, retaining a puffiness that was not uniform to the skirt.
But then, after the heat, and stretching and blocking, the two surfaces started to work well together and not distract or stand out from each other, but melded into an eye-catching design. But without the pressure, there would be no positive result.
The expansiveness among our citizens under pressure is hard to describe. You must be reading about it. I also filled out a questionnaire to volunteer for the Lone Soldier Center in Jerusalem. It required a resume, which I attached.