I went to Shalshelet Gmach tonight, down a dark alley from town and in the bottom of a bomb shelter, to see what that whole thing is about. It was pretty much how I pictured; racks of older dresses, most strictly sleeved and worn. I tried on quite a few at the encouragement of the two Rachels working there, and they were lovely dears. I felt so… religious. And modest.
It’s a great service provided though, renting cheap dresses to brides with less money. I’m keeping the option in the back of my head in case everything else gets too heady for me.
Whadya got: