Hebrew School Drop Out
The title is actually a total lie. I graduated from Hebrew school with flying colors, Mazel Tov to myself. That said, I have been suffering from residual guilt every time I look at this shirt hanging in my closet. I can't help it, approximately eighteen-years of Jewish studies have made crosses, (as secular of an image as they are today), a total shonde in my mind. Obviously, though, not enough of a shonde for me to abstain from wearing them. My apologies to Rabbi(s) Herscher and Zeldin, if they happen to be the type to read fashion blogs; you never know. And, with the major summertime fatigue I'm currently experiencing, sheer black fabric was the perfect way for me to evoke my autumnal longing with a single garment. I feel like I compromised with my (slightly) religious upbringing by at least wearing an opaque slip under the top! Points for modesty, right?
Houndstooth Sequin Skirt from ASOS, Embroidered Cross Shirt from ASOS, Necklace from J. Crew, Heels from Urban Outfitters, Spitfire Sunglasses from Alter Brooklyn, Bag from Chanel, Chanel Rouge Allure gloss in "Dragon"
