Mother of the Bat
January 26, 2010
Lest anyone think I’m hiding out in an AMC Pacer or something, a quick note to let you know what’s going ON up here. It’s HUGE.
Here’s a hint.
Yes, it’s Carrie’s bat mitzvah, on the horizon. For those unfamiliar with Jewish-American life cycle rituals, this is when a girl turns 13 and gets up in front of several hundred members of her congregation and does a very difficult, very grown-up thing: she reads, musically, from various sacred texts including the Torah itself. The photos above were taken a few months ago when she was learning her “haftorah” portion. The haftorah is the starting line for today’s smartypants banot mitzvah. Ready, set, read backwards! Girl power!
Learning the haftorah was much more difficult for the Ancient Hebrews, who had only one color of highlighter.
I have been shy about blogging about this, despite its majorness, and I’m sure you can guess why: because I know what people are going to ask. They are going to ask:
“So, are you knitting several dozen Kippot like you said you would in Mason-Dixon Knitting Outside the Lines? Hmmm, are ya? Are ya?”
Um, no. Back in December, I sat myself down. I said to myself: keeping a Kippah Count going for the next 6 weeks or so is going to do your head IN. You do not need a Completely Unrealistic Epic Craft Project in your life at the present time. I listened to myself and, quite sensibly, ordered up some Perfectly Fine preprinted kippot, like all the mentally stable people do. The headlines read: “Queen of the Repetitive Multiples Abdicates.”
Then, about 2 weeks ago, in the whirl of something I’m terrible at (running a to-do list for a fambly celebration), I felt a gaping emptiness. What was it? What was bothering me?
The absence of a Completely Unrealistic Epic Craft Project in my life.
So, I’m folding a couple of hundred origami paper cranes. Give or take.
Paper cranes are the new knitting.
Also, just for funsies, on Saturday night, I cast on a little sparkly cardi for Carrie. I mean, how could this event go off without a handknit?
Suddenly life has meaning again.