I’ll never forget the surprised looks and muffled laughter when thirteen year old me, ambled into synagogue during the busiest day of the religious holiday season. into temple that day. There I stood wearing a tomato red skirt, and new fuzzy tangerine sweater. But it was the top of this ensemble that got everyone’s attention. They were staring at my bright pink rhinestone- studded cowboy hat. A Marlee original-- tres chic, but more importantly, tres moi! I wasnâ€...