Fahim’s brother spent a few days in India – his last holiday sans wife since he’s getting married in *gulp* a little under two weeks. While there, he did the obligatory shopping… shalwaars, saris, and I don’t know what else.
Fahim’s parents were on their way back from Kurunegala and called to say that Fahim’s mom wanted to stop in for a few minutes to discuss clothing stuff with me. My first thought?
Fahmi bought a black sari for me to wear to the wedding.
Here’s the reasoning. I’m the only one in the family not wearing black to the wedding – and I’m wearing aqua. Stick out like a sore thumb. And Fahim’s mom and sister Fathima are both wearing saris, and Fahmi would most definitely prefer to see me in a sari at his wedding.
Well, that was my thought. I was wrong. 🙂
I didn’t see everything he brought back, just a wee little bit in the back of Fahim’s parent’s car when they stopped off here on their way home from Kurunegala. I did – briefly – see some of the saris he bought for Faraha, his intended, and my oh my they’re beautiful and ornate and incredible!
Anyway, why did they stop off? Why, because one of the shalwaars was for me, that’s why, Sparky!
It’s green & brown & yellow & orange with embroidery and sequins (I think) – I didn’t get too long of a look at it. Normally, I’m not a brown kinda girl, but this is a warm reddish brown that is the one brown shade that actually looks good on me. The whole design is quite nice – funky! – and I’m going to like it a lot.
The shawl was kinda odd, and we’re not quite sure what to make of it yet. Near as I could tell, the fabric was doubled over to make it a short rectangle which was then embroidered or knotted together with shirring. I didn’t have a lot of time to examine it and figure it out.
Can’t show ya pictures – I don’t have it yet. See, Fahim’s mom wanted one of my stitched shalwaars from First Lady so she could take it and the material in to get it stitched by the seamstress there for me. That’s why they came over…
And that’s when we have this discussion about jewellery. I brought down the jewellery Fahim and I picked out for me and showed it to his parents. They feel we could have gotten more for the money we spent, which doesn’t surprise us – we have no idea about value of silver or gold or gemstones or whatnot.
