Half a year after my sewing class, it was unthinkable for me to appear in shul or at a simchah in a store-bought outfit,Sew What?,Half a year after my sewing class, it was unthinkable for me to appear in shul or at a simchah in a store-bought outfit
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I hummed “Od Yishama” on my way to school on a brilliant Tuesday morning. Last night my brother Dovid had become a chassan! I knew I was in for a grand welcome from my 11th-grade classmates but I never imagined the sheer deluge of mazel tovs that engulfed me.
“Chani!” shrieked Suri “what a shidduch! Tzivi Perlman is tops!”
“I think Dovid Fish is a terrific bochur!” Ruchi said as she gave me a wink. There was nobody like Ruchi my best friend.
At recess Ruchi cornered me. “Okay Chan what’s with the dresses?” “Dresses?” I repeated innocently.
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