Ode’ to my deceased grandfather who used to style and sew customized clothing for me when I was a vibrant and bossy child. I’ve since become acquainted with my own Singer sewing machine. I cant wait to bask in some good Angelina sexiness in her relatively new movie *Couture*.
Being compared to a *barbie* multiple times was fun 😁 . I must say, pink became one of my favorites on the vast color pallet decision making ordeal when I wasn’t wearing black. My mom used to purchase *Victoria Secret* pj’s for me as i inched closer to dating. *minimalist* from essie was my go-to polish when I wasn’t wearing *wicked*.
I’ve been labeled all sorts of descriptions. Glamorous, Elegant, Demure ect. As well as *wild* and *goofy*. Being raised in an environment that encourages jewish girls to live up to the “jewish princess” title one is automatically receptive to at birth, i was primed to dress 👗 in a regal way. The tomboy in me often faught with the *jap* trope my life was heading towards. Being *elegant* was a priority when it came to the dating scene. Though I dont consider myself to be fully *elegant*, I can say, there is tremendous beauty in simplicity. Ironically, according to a thesaurus i use, those adjectives can be used interchangeably.
Came across these today. Law of Attraction in the works and maybe not in the best of ways. I really tried to incorporate more color into my wardrobe over the past 15 years but I guess this is my essence as is alot of life. Blanc Noir, Gothic and Introspective. Being that I’m proudly descended from skilled taylors, it’s understandable why I take my attire choices so seriously. Like Sirius Black seriously. Call me *Eishes Chayil* (Woman of Valor). 🫡