Passover Country

Brie, Mark, Esther, Lenny, Frances, Marty, Patty

I was trapped in a  Passover factory in Pennsylvania. We arrived Saturday afternoon to a scene of intense preparation for a feast not arriving until Monday night. You can't be too careful.  They're rules on top of pseudo rules that make for debilitating doubt. Fortunately my sister-and-mother-in law managed the whole affair.

On Sunday, we went to see friends in North Wilmington. We had a nice brunch and talked about an upcoming wedding we were planning to attend in May. For me, it was all about the wardrobe. No dress fit me, and this was a black tie affair. I had already checked out my local consignment shop only to find over-the-top gowns, stuff that looked cheap, or didn't fit.

We hit the jackpot in a nearby Marshalls. I chose five dresses to try on, and Marty was allowed to come in and help do me up. The first looked a little trashy like I'd need Farrah Fawcett hair to pull it off. There was an all-black number that had to much froo-froo in front. The third was the winner. Tapered black at sides and back and brocade-like front panel that is either white or gray. One dress I can't recall trying on. The last was for Harry's graduation and a less formal wedding in July. The dress is multi-colored print (peach, green, brown, scarlet) on an ivory background. It has a crossover bodice and it is waisted and flowing, on the short side. It has a scarlet lining. I even managed to get low patent leather shoes!

The Seder went off without a hitch except the potatoes weren't boiled so there was a small delay. Other than that, the 7 of us had a wonderfully traditional Seder except we neglected to read the second half, which we always avoid.The following night we read the last half first, an innovation I strongly recommend.

Tradition!