I’m still recovering from my heart break over my sweet Belgian guy, so excuse me that this pre-new year’s post is nothing like the typical pre-new year’s post: no motivating resolutions or promises of a : “new year, new me“. It’s just another year that is going to go by faster than I can snap my fat fingers. Just another year.
There is a chance of yours truly shifting permanently to the second most populous city of the UAE, but more on that later.
The problem at hand, though, is deciding what to wear to my Mom’s Wedding.
I mean, what can you wear to your Mom’s wedding? What should you wear?
I hate weddings and avoid them every chance I get. Which also means that I can’t recycle a dress that I had worn to my Aunt’s wedding and wear to my Mom’s instead. I have ZERO wedding clothes in my closet.
Initially, the wedding was to take place some time in October which is cold elsewhere and hot here in our beloved Karachi. Helplessly in love with gypsy items and dressing, I had opted for a nice, white gypsy-maxi dress, if you will. Even though I thought I would totally steal the show (that is the main goal), the “popular” opinion was that it was too casual.
“You can wear it at your own wedding if you like it so much.”
So I settled on something a bit more elegant, still going with original flowy theme but more shimmery. I’m a Glambert. I can’t help it.
But then the event got postponed and now they are going to tie the already some-what tied knot in January. Don’t get me wrong, I love winter fashion. But I hate weddings, more so in the winters. Winters are cold and dark. So are most marriages, but I still think weddings is more of a summer season thing. You know, flowers blooming, everything bright and colorful.
StepDad suggested that I should go for a Saree.
See, Sarees are hot because they show the back and the tummy and leave the rest to imagination. They are not hot when EVERYTHING is left to imagination.
And imagine the amount of preciously earned money I would be spending on a Saree which I won’t be wearing for a second time at all.
Ugh, I hate this.
No amount of pinning pins of dresses on Pinterest can solve this. All sane suggestions are welcome. All insane suggestions are more than welcome. If this shiz doesn’t get sorted, I’m going as a harlot.
P.S Happy New Year my sweets!