The Smoking Jacket: Building an Outfit Around One Piece (on the go: for the lazy ladies of the dry shampoo persuasion)

I threw my shirt in the wash and ran it for fifteen minutes. I made my way to another Castro (unsuccessful).  I put my hair up in a tight ponytail and ignored the wispiness.  I grabbed the one thing that would bring this outfit together. My herringbone blazer from ASOS. 

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Why I won’t break my fast on the 17th of Tammuz

I’d run into the chatzer without shoes, so the gravel was digging into the soles of my feet as I found my place in our chet. My long black wrap around (uber tznius) skirt was immediately streaked in pinky orange dust. My mefakedet saw me and told me to turn around and zip up my sweater with my back turned to our group, exposing myself to the shetach, where we were supposed to set up tents for the night. Without preamble she explains why that activity has now been abruptly cancelled. “War has officially broken out.”