I love looking at old pictures. If it wasn’t for Ruthies awesome scanner (R.I.P) I wouldn’t have any of these. So, thank you Ruthie. I want to scan all of the ones I have now too!
One of the many boats that we would see all over the place.
I was the maid of honor at my friend Rupi’s wedding. Don’t I look ecstatic to be there? It was required to look appropriately sad. You couldn’t be too happy about a wedding there unless you were from the grooms side of the family. And traditionally she (the bride) should have been wearing red and gold, which she did later. Also, for al l you married women reading this…the grooms family picks out all the clothing for the wedding as part of the dowry. My sari and the brides were chosen by his family. If the matchmaker didn’t think that they were appropriately lavish she could reject them and they would have had to go shopping again. How do you like them apples?
Buying fabric in the market. One of the only places in town that you will ever see women. It is so funny to see the salespeople. They are all men, you walk into the store and sit on little backless stools and start pointing to bolts of fabric that go from floor to ceiling on the walls. They start pulling them out and unfolding everything. If they get really excited about making a sale (depending on the cost of the fabric) they will even wrap it around themselves in an effort to get you to envision what it will look like when it is all made up. The pressure to buy is incredible and there are usually 4 or 5 stores all in a line that will try to compete for your business. My favorite experiences were always when you would find a pattern that was nice for the dress and then you would look for a solid color for the pants. They would start pulling bolts off of the wall and swear up and down that they went “perfectly” when nothing could be farther from the truth. Matching is so relative. :) I used to kind of feel bad when we would go to leave and look back to see them starting to try and put back together dozens of bolts of fabric. Literally.