It was still Purim in Jerusalem on Wednesday, although the dressing up and masquerading was finished in most of the rest of Israel and in diaspora communities like London. That's because Jerusalem and other cities in Israel which were walled during the time of Joshua celebrate it by rabbinic tradition on the same day as the Jews of Shushan, the city of King Ahasuerus and Queen Esther.
Wednesday was first day my daughter wore her Purim costume, with the carnival-style wings she made.
I haven't got good quality photos of her outfit yet, but looking for the wig that went with it introduced me to the world of Goth dressing.
I'd already posted on my first efforts at buying the wig for her. She turned down the tinsel version I posted, so my next venture was an online merchant. They had just the sort of electric blue bob she said she wanted. So I ordered it. Then they told me they had no stocks till ten days before Purim, and did I want to cancel it? I decided to confirm the order, because she was coming to England to visit anyway. But when the time came, there was no sign of it, so I cancelled the order.
They're really into freaky party wigs, she said. And corsets.
Corsets? I was surprised, I said. Yes, she said sternly, they really are. But you'll never find their stores.
But I did.
Of course she was right about the importance to Goths of corsets: