A Magical Fort

A friend of mine shared some wisdom about sukkot:

“A sukkah is a magical fort to play in with your friends.”

Happy holiday, friends! Thanks for playing in ours.

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Feel at home.

I love this beautiful sukkah, with its colorful fabric walls, decorative lighting, and natural elements, submitted by an American reader in Jerusalem. I love its ethos even more. The cozy furniture and cushions make it warm and inviting. Plus, check out that beautiful blown glass and etrog chandelier! Got a tip on a sukkah that doesn’t suck? Or want to share your own? moresukkah@gmail.com.

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Dear More Sukkah:

A number of years ago, an interior design-minded Israeli friend led me to this Eureka moment: building a sukkah is like building an extension to your house. A living room. In other words, feel at home.
So I dragged a small bookshelf into the sukkah and stacked it with books. I covered the floor with a carpet, brought in a low coffee table and some pillows to sit on, Bedouin style.
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The schach roof is palm tree leaves, dragged home from a Jerusalem yeshiva’s backyard. One year it was olive tree branches found on the side of the road. I hang pomegranates and one etrog from the roof beams, and string Christmas lights on top, too. One time I dragged in parts of a couch and a lamp and lots of candles.
We build it on the outdoor deck, so when you open the living room’s door to enter the deck, you walk right into the sukkah. It’s three walls of fabric on thin wooden beams nailed together, with the door acting as the invisible fourth wall. I keep one wall of the fabric half open to keep a breeze in the sukkah if it’s warm. The central fabric is purple with pink stripes, because, why not. The fabric sukkah was an inspiration from friends who have since moved to Boston.
inside sukkah looking out
We’re taking a Shmita year off from building a sukkah. Frankly, we just don’t have the energy this year. We’ll enjoy other sukkot.
An American in Jerusalem
P.S. No plastic fruit? Fine. But one year we hung up a string of plastic oranges that lit up, bought in a market in Cairo, because it felt right.