Pocket Potholders

Sarah and I have come up with a couple of winning products, one of those being our potholder made from the front pocket of a pair of jeans. It is offered here on our ETSY page.

During the pandemic, it has been my responsibility to keep us stocked and fulfill the orders, so when an order came for one of these potholders this past weekend, I had to replenish the stock and make some.

The construction is actually pretty challenging, finding the right pocket and cutting it so as not to sew over hardware or heavy seams. Add onto that, 5 layers of remnant tee-shirts for the lining and a backing, all attached with a 3″ binding, doubled.

It’s actually impossible sewing for any normal machine, even my working horse of an industrial brother. However, through the fluke of friends and the closing of a factory, I happen to have the key to the potholder’s completion: this most industrial special walking foot sewing machine shown here:

Is’t she a beauty? I can tell you, without a doubt, that we could not make these potholders without this machine. Its nature allows for all of the thickness in a way that makes me eternally grateful. Quite something, right???

Vaccines in the time of Covid

One year after quarantine began, I have achieved the unimaginable: the immunization protection from this deadly disease. Going out into the public, still masked, with my immunization card in hand, brought out the following dichotomies and then some:

  • I feel safer from, yet less trusting of anyone without a mask.
  • I feel happy that life is finally starting to get back to normal, but sad that we lost an entire year.
  • I am tired of being sedentary but find it hard to muster the energy to re-activate.
  • Be disgusted by the continued divide of politics vs. rights.
  • Measuring my faith vs. my feelings of doubt.
  • My conflicted feelings of action and inaction.
  • Accepting the mystery of all vs. the needs to problem solve and provide answers in the moment.

I read an article in the Times about disenfranchised grief, the kind we feel everyday: that if we did not die or lose a loved one, we have no legitimate complaints. This is a ridiculous unrealistic notion. Everyone of us has reason to grieve. Each has suffered hardships and losses and all are valid.

Here are some suggestions to help acknowledge and validate the grief: seek support from others with shared experiences; create a ritual to bring forward the deeper meanings of the experience; reaching out to help others that have greater needs and losses; and work to discover and acknowledge the small moments of joy that came through the grief.

Getting ready for Passover this year, I will add an empty chair to our seder table- representing both the unforgivable magnitude of lives lost and unforgettable feelings of individual grief.

A New Torah Mantle

When our granddaughters had their B’Not Mitzvah this past September, I was introduced to the Torah that was very likely used when my father had his Bar Mitzvah. What better honor for me than to collaborate with my cousin, Keshira HaLev to give the Torah a new mantle!

  • Cousin Sandy’s tuxedo, shirts, hankies, and ties
  • Uncle Jason’s Greek hats and Tallit bag
  • Maya and Naomi’s B’not Mitzvah logo
  • Keshira’s Wedding dress
  • Sacred garment silks
  • Tim’s Bar Mitzvah kepah
  • Cousins’ photo transfers, needlepoint, and embroideries
  • Spoonflower Shehikianyu fabric
  • Maurcy Gottlieb painting fabric
  • Pomegranate embroideries

Finding The Unknown

I know very little about my grandfather, Sam. There was only one picture of him that used to sit at the table near my Nana’s chair in our home.

He was the first of his family to come to Pittsburgh. He opened a bar in Harwick, Pennsylvania. He sponsored his younger brother, Jake, a sister and a half-sister. One sister died tragically in Pittsburgh, the other went back to Europe and died in the Holocaust.  Jake took over the bar when Samuel died. He was married to Frances and had three girls. The oldest one, lives in the same building as my oldest daughter.

Sam died of some kind of cancer. Someone told me once it was colon cancer. He was lucky to have a wife with a big family home on Portland Street in the East End of Pittsburgh. It appears from the obituary he went there for treatment and subsequently died there.  I wish I knew more.

2019 Memory Quilt

  • Remnant Nicole Miller Pittsburgh Tie
  • Steve’s graffiti watch shorts
  • Favorite SilkDenim deconstructed pockets
  • Nana Sadye’s kaftan
  • Tie-dye t-shirts
  • J Jill knit shirt with satin trim
  • Alex’s tablecloth chuppah remnant
  • Sandy’s Bubbe’s tufted cover
  • SilkDenim shirt and light denim remnants
  • Blue Fish Shirt
  • Ronda’s Hemp suits
  • Dana’s printshop bag
  • Steve’s India bag
  • Special Olympics golf shirt
  • SilkDenim Flying Geese
  • Rochester green Hemp Shirt
  • Black Turtleneck
  • Gabe’s thermal sleep shirts
  • Spoonflower Mi Sheberach Fabric
  • Gottlieb tent fabric

Calm Amongst The Storm

When there’s much shifting through me, it helps to look to outside sources to help me make sense of myself.

One such viewpoint came by way of a podcast by Tara Brach on gratitude. What an apt view for this holiday season- suggestions on how to awaken our natural capacities for gratitude and generosity though pathways of honest presence and purposeful cultivation. Tara Brach is a gem!

The next influence came by way of a new book of short stories by Nicole Krauss. Each one is more fabulous than the next. The NYTimes explains her writing this way: In each of these moving stories, we feel the weight not only of family, but of history and faith and leaving a legacy, pressing down on every one of her characters. Birth and death, joy and mourning, love and heartbreak — these too animate the collection. But as a writer Krauss is less interested in describing life’s grand explosions than she is in showing how people make sense of the rubble. My, my, my, another gem: Nicole Krauss.

Finally, though this might be a little harder to understand, was the documentary series on Netflix about Ivan The Terrible called The Devil Next Door. The story itself is difficult to watch, scary and horrific with interesting twists and turns until the very last scene when the foreman of the Ford plant explains that most of the men on the assembly line were just like Demjanjuk, undercover, silent, make no waves so as to blend into America’s melting pot, acting as if, proving that the true horror of hidden prejudices and behaviors are right there to been understood and conquered by all who choose to shine the light and look closely.

Digging Deep and Staying Low

My goodness it is still hard to talk politics- the win seems so precarious- until things are totaling in motion including the vaccine. Meanwhile, I continue to find the only way to be in the muck is to stitch, stitch, stitch.

I had a couple of nice honors: an article in the PG, the purchase of my No-Hate Flag, the continuation of my exhibit at BYN, acceptance into a sculpture show, and I feel like I’m on the cusp of more…….

Blessings For The Children
BNY Exhibit
No Hate Flag

And some hits of a recently completed project that will hopefully be seen in its entirety soon:

And some hits of another recently completed project that will hopefully be seen in its entirety soon:

Stay Safe and Be Well!!!!!

A Couple of Recommendations

I spend the majority of my time listening to podcasts while stitching. The pod cast that brings me the most joy these days is The Promised Podcast by Noah Efron. It gives me, as an American Jew, the clearest perspective on Jewish Israeli life. I can’t say enough about the quality. Noah is honest, thorough, left of center, and the kind of historically religions that I understand and respect. To prove my point, listen to his podcast on Rabbi Steinsaltz.

Another interesting change of perspective has come to me with the Tortoise News. It is English, and another way to see the world, that is progressive, yet thoughtful. They have a podcast and I subscribe to the newsletter, where you get the gist of everything and can explore further to your interests.

My third recommendation is the book Caste: The Origins of Our Discontent by Isabel Wilkerson. I know you might thing it is fuffy being Oprah’s book pick- but I can assure you it it the most powerful book you will read this year- and maybe ever.

Angel of God

When the pandemic started, I thought of it as a time to dig deep and create. Now, on my fourth major project, it seems a little ridiculous, but really, its all I’ve got given the craziness of life today.

For this project I am going all out- something that will bring everything together for me. Attributes by color from Kabbalah applied to a 3-dimensional figure. Now I know that makes no sense to you and it shouldn’t, really, but hopefully, the finished piece will enable it to be clear.

For now some in process photos to excite:

B’Not Mitzvah In The Time of Coronavirus

It’s hard to rank all of the sad and debilitating experiences during this pandemic, except for the one that is at the very top of my list: my plan to organize and host Steve’s and my granddaughters for their B’Not Mitzvah.

It had been in the planning for well over three years. We were so excited by the amazing possibilities of the strength in our numbers as the blended family of Silks and Roots. We were to meet here in Pittsburgh on Labor Day weekend, 200 strong, to celebrate Naomi Beverly Linera and Maya Elizabeth Silk. But, as the virus would have it, by June it became clear that there was no way to safely hold any kind of live in-person event.

I won’t dwell on all of the bad news around the cancellation, like that I am still in serious negotiation with the Ace Hotel over a huge deposit they are unwilling to refund or that I haven’t been eyeball to eyeball with the girls for almost a year, things that make me first really sad and then very, very angry. Instead, I’m going to give you the overview in list form, of what it takes to transform to virtual with panache!

  1. Envision an alternative that the girls can get their arms around.
  2. Create a theme that relates to their Torah portion and use it to keep Jewish education as the focus.
  3. Engage with the tutor and the spiritual advisor to adjust the learning requirements.
  4. Instead of cancelling the DJ, transfer him to twitch.
  5. Find and hire a technical advisor and learn all you can.
  6. Create online invitations, a website, internet tools that explain and support a virtual event.
  7. Create a participation package for each guest that engages them to support the girls virtually.
  8. Create pre and post virtual events for the extended family.
  9. Encourage early gift giving to increase the event’s normalcy.
  10. Include all of the events, virtually of course, that would have happened, like a Shabbat Dinner, Family practices of Aliyot, and Havdalah.
  11. Ahead of the date, send written materials to all participants that replace the prayer book and help them engage in the service.
  12. Create special souvenirs for the guests to remember the event.
  13. Take advantage of Zoom Record to document the celebration.

Looking at the above list doesn’t quite tell the story. For each of the 12 items listed above, I could easily write a page or two or three. Suffice is to say, having this experience under my belt, I am well equipped to offer helpful advice to any of you who finds themselves in charge of virtual alternatives to previously planned live family events. This is truly one of those times, when you have lemons, your only choice is to make lemonade!

Instead of singling out a couple of photographs that tell the story, I have included this link to the final recording for you to view as you like.