My partner and I often incorporate a *pinky promise* into our relationship. He knows just how let down by others I have been in the past so we physically make a vow to retain said oath. I wasn’t allowed to *swear* growing up so it still feels odd to me, even though Im no longer observant. Its funny how the Gd of the old testament made certain promises to the *chosen nation* yet….yea…I think we all get it…
We took some photos here a few weeks before *the big day*. My hometown LA. The *twinkling* lights felt comforting because I was feeling a bit overwhelmed with all the wedding preparations. My partner taught me to express my *needs* because im so used to being reliant on just myself. It feels bizzare to have someone who is passionate about giving me my needs as wells as desires. He told me he would do anything to see me smile. I’m wearing Saint Laurent here.
Being able to practice *agency* 😌 was something that I truly was appreciative of. Growing up in a world where everything was decided for you was a battle. Im thankful I was able to carve my own path and make all sorts of choices in life. This gown was hand-sewn and designed by me 😇. On my wedding day, I felt peaceful and content that I selected the right spouse. I was nervous I would never be able to *move on* after specific relationships. Years later, I can honestly say he was worth the wait.
I wore this gorgeous dress (if I do say so myself) to Synagogue on Yom Kippur (Day of Atonement). I usually wore white every year growing up. I used to frequent the cute little boutique named *Image* on the Melrose strip. My mother patiently waited to see how her *neshama* (soul) looked in the stylish outfits we were so excited about. My mom loved fashion as well. I remember trying on all sorts of her elegant yet flamboyant colored shoes. Anywhere from purple to leopard print. She owned them. In hindsight it makes sense being that she was a long time English teacher at my elementary school as well as having *tailor* blood in her.. Her aunt taught at the school as well. On the day the esteemed, Leoni Flamm passed, was the day I realized the magnitude of who I really was: *Marcus Flamm’s great grandaughter*. I tried to bury it, but every time I walked passed the hallway of my childhood home, and quickly glanced at his portrait, I knew he must have been *really something*. Mrs. Spolsky made a point to announce *the* funeral that *the teachers* would be attending. She knew. And then I knew. But not everyone did. Grandma also knew. She used to keep the VHS of *the little prince* in my mom’s old bedroom. After all- this was her deceased 1st husbands father that im sure she still pondered about from time to time.
Beryl Chiott, my great grandfather from my maternal side (my grandmother’s beloved father) was heavily dedicated to the establishment of the synagogue here- Young Israel of Melrose in Los Angeles. There was a small *shteible* adjacent to it run by *viznitz* chassidim. He sat on the board and would frequent the synagogue on many a Shabbat/Saturday. His beloved wife, Sarah Rivka unfortunately endured psychiatric ailments as well. He loved her ❤️. A great cook, like grandma, she remained orthodox despite her hardships. She *kept the faith* like Joel used to say.
I saw this outfit in Anthropology and decided I needed to have it. I spruced it up a bit. My partner really prefers *leopard print* on me, but its been challenging to find the right fit. Stay tuned!
This is from Anthropology as well. I feel Elana everytime I enter that beautiful clothing shop. I added the wedges/espidrels and silk beanie.
Always black! I wrote about my notorious *red* nail polish that I had worn for my pre-1a *graduation* in an exclusive group on Facebook discussing religious politics years ago. Thanks mom! You certainly are the*Lorelai Gilmore* to my *Rory*. I heart you ❤️
I started liking the color burgandy years ago when I had my bridesmaid dress made for my sister’s wedding in that rich stunning color. Thankfully, she *permitted* my hair to be worn in any style I wanted- (which unfortunately wasn’t the case for my oldest sister’s wedding 😑 *sigh*). Here i’m wearing it *down*. Sometimes, it does feel great to *let loose* dont you agree? 😇🥰
When i was asked to be *maid of honor* at her wedding i agreed to it. I was hesitant at first to dress in *white* like the *bride* but I understand now. I understand very well how envy can destroy more than one party involved. Its a ripple effect of unfortunate events.
Ms. Misunderstood
