the first of a 3-part series of narcissistic posts on ethnic clothing, starting with the saree, which i wore to work yesterday (see pictures in previous post!)
i bought this cotton linen one from colombo, sri lanka. it is dyed a rich deep purple colour which fades to a light violet, with a rainbow for the over-the-shoulder sash.
my akka brought me to her tailor at tekka market, little india, to make the choli (cropped blouse) and transform the untameable bale of cloth into an ‘instant saree’. i am quite obviously incapable of draping it safely, and having an instant sari where all i need to do is velcro and hook the sari at the waist is essential to prevent any wardrobe malfunctions and accidental flashing.
apparently i bought what people term a ‘temple saree’ – plain, without the flashy glass beads and costume jewels, with the art of the dye being its only adornment. akka recommended puff sleeves and an intricate back to make it more youthful. i like how it turned out, and i received compliments from indians and chinese alike.
the first (and only) time i wore it to work, i was pulled aside by a middle-aged indian lady with whom i make small talk every now and then. she helped me adjust the sari so that it draped nicely over my chest, and pulled it taut enough to accentuate my curves without any muffin-tops. a colleague supplied me with a pretty purple bindi.
not sure when I’ll have the opportunity to wear this again, but it was good fun, even if it made climbing stairs near impossible!