Continuations

The finished kadafi, cut and syrup poured over. This one was pistaschio, but I think I prefer cream. Next time.





Cheese boereg, I used the authentic unsalted block of hard mozzarella but 'next time' (again) I will use something with a bit more flavor or perhaps a mixture of whatever I have leftover. This was very good but the attending gringos didn't quite know what to make of it.

And here is the houhamara, or whatever. I ressurected it by an addition of more oil. I will never again carry this in a suitcase, but the congregation was snarking it down like it was ...free... or something. They loved it.


These are little metal alphabets, about four sets I think but maybe some extra 'e's. There are also a compleat set of punctuation marks and numbers. I found these in the sale bin at Marshalls the other day and will use them as stencils for paints as well as resist for the sun paints I have lingering about. I always meant to use them up so now is the time. Now I have to find appropriate text. Something pithy.


These are the cutest hat boxes I found at West Elm. They have craft tools on their sides that are perfect for my studio. Since the room is open to passers-by in the house I try to keep the ugliest stuff hidden. At the right is one of the new magazine covers with tacks on the back, and unseen is a storage box with pens and pencils. Perfect!


And today I finished the tablecloth shirt. Love the artichokes but have decided against embellishing them with stitchery because then I won't wear it and try to save it for best. Of course 'best' rarely comes. Now if I had me a be-dazzler... watch out!

We are heading home early tomorrow morning to be there in time for services for TY's cousin who died this weekend unexpectedly. This was one of our favorite relatives so he will be sorely missed. If any of you frequented the Wobbly Barn way back when, say a little prayer for Johnny. He wouldn't have been with us long enough if he was 100. It may be a few days before I check back because the next week will be chock full. But I am always lurking just below the surface...