Ode to My Fashion

I know! I know! I am probably boring you with all things related to Indian ethnic wear. But I can't help it if I am mesmerized by it. So bear with me just a little bit. It will be over soon.  (or not!) I attended another Saree party recently. I was not about to go because I was busy. But the host told me that no one ever knew when it would be their last Saree party (In other words, as expats we never know ahead of time when we are about to relocate). Plus a friend wanted me to accompany her as it would have been her first Saree party.  This time it was at Le Meridien hotel which is a fancier and bigger place than the Hyatt hotel, I think. The hotel is a bit far from where I live reason why I have never been. But it was just beautiful hence many places to take pictures. Even the ladies washroom was gorgeous. There were less women this time and no dancing which gave us an opportunity to just mingle. I met two beautiful ladies from Indonesia with whom I had a lovely chat. And

It is not mystery for my readers that I have been dying to own a yellow dress from sometimes now. However I never got lucky at finding the perfect one. A while back, tired of searching, I decided to make my own. But it turned out to be an epic fail. Once again the sleeves were too tight. I was beginning to give up when after checking pictures on Pinterest, I decided to turn it into a vest. The project took an entire Sunday afternoon and night because as easy as I thought it would be, adding a collar was a pain. I ended up with this: Scarf - old but rarely worn Top - Uniqlo Yellow vest - made it Skinny jeans ( that still fit, Yeah!) - HM Shoes - Forever 21 Bag - M.G. road Watch and ring- gift from Hubby Necklace - Clover center I absolutely hate the collar on the vest because it is a poor job. Also, the vest looks wrinkled just because I kept on stitching over and over the fabric, which kind of ruined it. But apart from that I think I did an OK job. Next time I will just

Recently I have been getting the blues. I am stressed, anxious, depressed. I shout one minute and cry the next. One day I had to take a moment to think because my son was like "Mom! Are you anxious? You look stressed!". It was ridiculous. I have reasons to be stressed and anxious and depressed: when the present is not like you have hoped twenty years ago, and the future is as uncertain as the stock market, you would also have sleepless nights. Thankfully, I have found a cure for those days I feel like standing in front of a passing car. It is belly dance class. I love to dance so joining a class to exercise was a no brainer. Plus I always wanted to learn Shakira's moves. But what I did not know in joining this class was that on top of learning killer moves and burning some fat, I would meet fun ladies. Our class is pretty cosmopolitan even if the majority is Indian. But we also have all different group ages, different social background. Yet those do not matter. We all c

The thing I love the most about Indian ethnic wear is that like my home country's it is very colorful and full of embellishment. Furthermore, the accessories are also over the top. It is sometimes overwhelming but it is also a treat for the eyes. Hi there! Today I am going to present you my Dandiya outfit. India celebrated the festival of Navratri with prayers and fasts at the end of October. But for me the best part of the festival is the nine continuous nights of Garba dance. People dress up in Gujarati style (where the festival originated) and dance all night. I have already experienced Dandiya since I arrived in India and it has never been disappointing. Although this year, I was invited to a few around the city, I preferred to attend the one at my kids school for it is safe and with people I know. The previous years, I dressed up a bit (read here ) choosing comfort over fabulosity. But this time I wanted to go all the way. I thought about purchasing a complete Garba outf

Hello my readers! How are you all doing? Can you believe that 2015 is almost over? Anyway, I was having a friendly exchange on Instagram with a blogger I follow. She posted a throwback picture of her wearing a high and low skirt (or a mullet skirt as she called it), and wished she could still rock it. Then she asked her followers what trends they secretly wished came back. I thought for a second and replied that nothing since I wore what I like whether it was trendy or not. And it is the entire truth. I guess sometimes I wear things that are much outdated. I refuse to get rid of clothes because their shelf life have expired. I am up for trying new trends but would never give up on something I like too much because a bunch of designers who want to make money decided that it was outdated. No! And here are the reasons why: Take the high and low skirts, they were popular a few years back. But I did not like them. Still, I decided to try one at Forever 21. I did not like it on me. A f

I admit it : I do not like change. I am perfectly happy in my comfort zone. I am confident in my routine. Yet,  I get bored easily so from time to time I like to try something new or do something different. It may be trying some new food, going somewhere unexpected. But the easiest change for me is to take a chance on clothing, which is what I did a couple of months ago. I t was bargain time and I was looking for clothes to score that I absolutely needed. I found a pastel pink cotton trousers that have been on my list for ages. But s ince it was "buy one get one for free" at the store,  I went looking for another thing to get. I spotted  a cute pinkish color Paisley maxi skirt. It is funny because I never really liked Paisley.  I tried them both but the pants were a tad too tight for comfort. The reasonable thing to do was to abandon both items because I definitely did not need another maxi skirt. But I kept the skirt and spotted a printed palazzo pants at the last minute.

Have you ever heard of a Saree party? Well, in India a Saree party is party where a group of women (mostly expats) dress up in beautiful Sarees and party. It could be for a birthday party, a charity event or just for pure fun. I have always wanted to attend a Saree party but in my two and half years in Pune, I never got the chance. The number one reason is that I am not connected. I do not know the right people, the people who organize these events. For that you have to join expats clubs and I never officially did. Once, a friend of mine invited me to go to one but it was very last minute and I did not have a Saree at hand. This time, I got the opportunity to attend. A nice Thai lady I met in Belly dance class was having a Saree party for her birthday and she invited me ( I guess going to those belly dances classes I was so lazy to, finally paid off). Apparently she is the organizer of Saree parties around town.  This time,  I had enough time to prepare for the party. I went sare