Shareen Newsletter


I feared
as much
as yearned
to know.
What will
I do, and
where shall
I go?
Will love
be there?

I remember
the year
of not


I remember
was a tent
in a
parking lot.

How they came!
Each one
carried with
her the pieces
of my redemption.

Though it
was I
that dressed
it was they
who covered
me in the
raiment of

This is how
I first knew
that God
is real.


Lana del Rey in SHAREEN

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Our ongoing fan Lana del Rey wears SHAREEN at the ELLE Style Awards 2016 and wins Female Artist of the Year.

Shareen Bridal NY Times

Honored by the New York Times today in the “Dresses Our Brides Have Worn” article. Rebecca was featured in a one-of-a-kind vintage reworked “Alexa” from SHAREEN Bridal. Originally a strapless 1950s prom dress. Thanks to all – So grateful!

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Photos by AnnMarie Collins for AMC Photography. Article by Eleanor Stanford for NYT.

SHAREEN Newsletter – After Paris


After Paris

November 2015

When I clean my house I always start in exactly one corner.

Taking on the 6 rooms of the small bungalow at once is too much for me.

I do remember one day when I dusted in one room and swept in another, tidied here and straightened there, and back round again and again. For the most part, it worked, but I felt dizzy from it and scattered. If the phone had rung while I spun these cleaning plates, I certainly would have dropped the whole lot.

When things are in disarray it is best to start in one corner, and work one’s way out, bit by bit.

The world is a mess. If you feel off or down or confused, slightly insecure, flashing anxiety, it is because though your room may be tidy, what surrounds it is in forms of upset ranging from disorder to disaster. The air that touches us is filled with the echo of grief.

As you begin your day today, as you venture out into your immediate world, pick one corner and make it better.

In my church, in churches around the country, near the end of the service the pastor will ask you to ‘pass the peace’.  Though you may feel sometimes uncomfortable you will turn behind you, then turn again to reach out in front, and either take a hand, or in my case, embrace a stranger with a hug, and say,  “peace be with you” .

At the Presbyterian Church on Fifth avenue, standing beside me was Steve.  He was grizzled and big and sweaty.  His hands were swollen and cracked.  He stood and kneeled and stood again and sat beside me sharing in the service. A stranger holding a respectful distance and silence.  But at “pass the peace”, when I took him into my arms, he became mine, a friend, a fellow, a journeyman along my way.  “ Peace be with you” I said near his ear.  “ Peace be with you.” He said into my hair, and as I pulled away from him, I looked into his eyes, mine then filled with joy at having felt his heart beat.  I beamed at him, then leaning in to whisper I said, “ It’s the best part, isn’t it? “  And he smiled too. “ It is. “ he said.  And we smiled into each other with shyness and knowing and gratitude.   My heart lifted and filled with singing.

Isn’t it sometimes just unbearable sweetness to feel your love penetrate another and receive that gratitude returned?

Pass the peace.  Do it everywhere you go today.

Let us begin in our small corner.  Hand out a dollar, reach out a hand, deliver a kind word and bit by bit let us make a difference.
I dream of a day when we all agree that at a certain hour on a certain day,  all over the world, at once,  we will turn to whom ever is standing beside us and say, “Peace be with you.”


Broadway Opening of Hamilton: Jasmine Cephas Jones

Jasmine Cephas Jones wearing the Ashley to the Broadway Opening Night of Hamilton.

Such an American beauty for a beautiful American musical. Congrats Jasmine XO

Sharah’s Nuptials

She is stunning, elegant, poised. The perfect bride on the perfect day. She took his breath away.

All my love. Though it looks like you have more than enough between the two of you. Congratulations.


Sharah is wearing Shareen (the “Karine” with capped sleeve and the “Anna”). Her mother is also wearing Shareen (the “Audrey”).


The bar in Cambridge,
blues and greens
as preppies like
But he was Portuguese
Sexy man
Who taught me about freedom
We shared a love of the truth
His Pulitzer
My business
Our hearts lived
Apart and at a great
And comfortable


And his first kiss on
When he argued
For his limitations
Daring me to love
Him anyway
Nine years later,
three cats
and laughter
I’d dared
And lost
The argument.
Trumps all


And the intense stare
across the theatre
Eyes locked
A slow, understated
I thought was sexy
Only to find
he was just depressed
The black jaguar
The penthouse
And me
Beside sadness


And how I lost
three years there
which weren’t as fun
as three years lost
in a trailer park
along side him
in the pick up
Marlboro reds
and flamingoes.
Real, sexy years of tequila
And jerkey, Montana and shooting ranges
He had a glock
Under his pillow
We’d have been ok anywhere


And then there was Yale
And the Olympics
And shells on the Thames
And the river Charles
A green Porsche
and the secret society
His book
My glamorous job
Endless betrayals
his with others
by absentia


And he had a lisp
and was a valet
and loved me like
No other and
I wanted to make him
my Pygmalion
and I could have
If only
We hadn’t lost a child


And one I distrusted
hypnotized me
And another
dying to love me
left me dying to be free.
And one I adore
Is out of reach.


Finally, I look
Back to my father
And wonder why,
he hurt me so.
No sympathy requested
No complaint here stated.


As I lay dying
I read the swords
(Like on the tarot card)
And finally,
The last
So what.


I saw him
The other night
in a golden orb
His face shone
With a gentle pride
At me.


“I did it
all because
I loved you
And your
triumph is
My job
well done.”


I may be late
To the library,
to the party
To discover
I may be late
to You tube
And behind
In the polls
But I am not
surrendered in pain
I am triumphant with


I am “it”


And “no”is my best
And  “yes” is its great cousin


How might I
Find my man
Until I know
The man in me?
She who asserts
And discerns,
Establishes boundaries
Is on her side
And behalf.
She who fights for her best
And takes no prisoners.
She who knows
Her worth
And protects it
With ferocity
She who would be him
if he were to arrive as me



The most
of calls to
tenderly rain
touches the spirit
with the softest of
nature’s dance


and in the white
tucked warmly
the wing
of a swan,
Eyes yet closed
against the day


I heard
I listened


Kissing lightly tree branches
Whispering though
Falling leaves,
To heaven


a voice
Light and clean


I held
My breath
To receive
Her message


“in the arms of…..”


The note
Was carried
As a cry
Broken hearted


I held
The door.


“an angel,
may you find……….”


and again a caress
Tumbling the
Length of
A shattered body,
A hand
made of
sharing, taking
the suffering of her


“some comfort here.”


The comfort of
angels is here.


on another
blessed day

From Prom, to Wedding, to Red Carpet

“Alexa,” “Elizabeth,” “Karine”

“Karine,” “Michelle,” “Ivanka”

“Ashley,” “Raquel,” “Tori top” with “Daniya skirt”

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The Wedding: Claire and Ted

May they forever hold each other with equal tenderness and with as profound an awareness of beauty, as they did on this day.

Bride Claire wearing the Shareen Bridal “Grace” for her wedding at Spring Creek Ranch in Winthrop, WA.