I’m Sari…………….So Sari……….

Question: Why do Indian women have such great posture and move with such grace?
Answer: To keep their clothes on!

 

Yay, I did it! I finally got the guts to wear my first sari, and I wasn’t sorry, lol. I had some expert help in the wrapping from my friend and neighbor, Renu. Getting in and out of the car was a bit of a trick, but otherwise everything stayed nicely in place, folded and tucked where it was supposed to be.
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I chose a special family occasion to take the plunge. This is a wedding reception for the daughter of Nissan’s cousin, Remini. The wedding actually took place last week down south in Kerala, and they came back to Delhi to have another reception here for friends and family who couldn’t attend the wedding.

Another beautiful princess, Pranita will be moving to the UK next week with her new handsome husband Tom, where he is working. We will be SURE to visit.
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We all stood in line to take our turn to present our gifts and our blessings to the new bride and groom and have our photos taken with them on a fabulously decorated and lit stage. We then were treated to a lovely dinner where Nissan was able to catch up with some old childhood friends. Wonderful evening!

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What’s In a Blouse?

In the US my idea of a blouse was a loose fitting (therefore “blousy”) shirt that either buttoned down the front or perhaps had some loose ruffle, that one wears with slacks or a skirt.

Here in India, a blouse is quite a different animal. It’s one of those really cute crop tops that you wear under a sari or with a skirt and wrap.

Today I’m giving the “Friend of the Week” award to my friend and neighbor, Roohi. Well maybe of the month. I don’t know…..maybe the year, even.

So It’s wedding season in India, which means we’ll have a few events to go to, and I still don’t have a sari. Many people have been willing to help me shop for them, or even to loan one to me, but to do that I would still need to have a blouse of my own, that fits me.

A sari is just a 5 to 9 yards long piece of fabric that is draped around a petticoat and a blouse, so I could easily borrow one from a friend if I had a blouse to match. So my friend Roohi took me shopping. Said she knew just the place. After about an hour of driving, we landed somewhere in South Delhi. Big shopping area. But no blouse shop in sight. After some walking we ducked into a doorway and went up a couple of dark and narrow flights of stairs. I thought maybe I’d made her mad and she was taking me somewhere to have me whacked.

But then we opened the magic door and were in an AMAZING place! I wish I had pictures, but listen people, I don’t want to look like a stupid tourist taking pictures EVERYWHERE I go. There were “ready-made” blouses hanging all over the place, ready to be adjusted to fit just right. Four guys were sitting at old-fashioned sewing machines, stitching away, making and adjusting these beautiful little things. Alterations while-you-wait!

I had no idea how many different styles, colors, fabrics, were possible in ONE piece of clothing! We’re talking some serious bling, too!! I had to keep telling myself that NO, I didn’t need one of each. Just one silver and one gold…..to match a bunch of different saris/skirts.

With Roohi running point, sending people to fetch this or that and bringing me yet another one she’d found, I tried on about a million of them. We finally settled on two, and then she gave me one from her own collection that I could have altered to fit me as well. AND a sari for this weekend’s upcoming wedding reception AND some awesome accessories.

Thank you buddy!!!!!

Photo: What's In A Blouse? In the US my idea of a blouse was a loose fitting (therefore "blousy") shirt that either buttoned down the front or perhaps had some loose ruffle, that one wears with slacks or a skirt.  Here in India, a blouse is quite a different animal. It's one of those really cute crop tops that you wear under a sari or with a skirt and wrap. Today I'm giving the "Friend of the Week" award to my friend and neighbor, Roohi ( Harveen Salaria). Well maybe of the month. I don't know.....maybe the year, even. So It's wedding season in India, which means we'll have a few events to go to, and I still don't have a sari. Many people have been willing to help me shop for them, or even to loan one to me, but to do that I would still need to have a blouse of my own, that fits me.  A sari is just a 5 to 9 yards long piece of fabric that is draped around a petticoat and a blouse, so I could easily borrow one from a friend if I had a blouse to match. So my friend Roohi took me shopping. Said she knew just the place. After about an hour of driving, we landed somewhere in South Delhi. Big shopping area. But no blouse shop in sight. After some walking we ducked into a doorway and went up a couple of dark and narrow flights of stairs. I thought maybe I'd made her mad and she was taking me somewhere to have me whacked.  But then we opened the magic door and were in an AMAZING place!  I wish I had pictures, but listen people, I don't want to look like a stupid tourist taking pictures EVERYWHERE I go.  There were "ready-made" blouses hanging all over the place, ready to be adjusted to fit just right. Four guys were sitting at old-fashioned sewing machines, stitching away, making and adjusting these beautiful little things. Alterations while-you-wait! I had no idea how many different styles, colors, fabrics, were possible in ONE piece of clothing!  We're talking some serious bling, too!!  I had to keep telling myself that NO, I didn't need one of each.  Just one silver and one gold.....to match a bunch of different saris/skirts. With Roohi running point, sending people to fetch this or that and bringing me yet another one she'd found,  I tried on about a million of them. We finally settled on two, and then she gave me one from her own collection that I could have altered to fit me as well.  AND a sari for this weekend's upcoming wedding reception AND some awesome accessories. Thank you buddy!!!!!   :)

 

A Complicated Engagement

This beautiful Indian princess got engaged to be married this past weekend, and we were honored to be invited to their ceremony/party. It was quite the production, I must say!

The fiancee-to-be waited patiently upstairs in the bridal room while the guests watched her parents and the groom and his family “seal the deal” with an engagement ceremony. Her brother then escorted her down to meet with her beau and exchange rings. Traditionally, this is when the union of families is solemnized, and the bride and groom-to-be are introduced to each others’ families. There is exchange of gifts and blessings, and much celebration and dancing.

The center of activity looked like a Bollywood movie setup and Vanshika looked like a Bollywood princess! So lovely!

Wedding in two weeks. I can hardly wait. Stay tuned!

Baby got a little gas…….

This is how we get our gas for cooking in our neighborhood in Gurgaon. A truck comes in full of these tanks and swaps out full ones for empty ones. Each little tank is hooked up to the line that brings gas to all the kitchens in our complex. Interesting process.

                                                                                                          

Of course there’s a little fire station, in case of emergency.

Denise Burchette's photo.

One of my neighbors who saw my pictures said “Seriously! Is that safe?”

I’ve stopped asking myself such silly questions anymore.