As we have been making plans and preparations for our trip to India, I have been making packing lists for the trip. What should I pack to wear? No shorts or sleevless tops are appropriate for India, so that leaves me with…sweaters. Ummm…no. It is winter in India, but winter there is our dead of summer here. A nice balmy 85 degrees. So back to square one, what should I bring to wear?
Well, I settled on a half dozen salwar kameez that I had made while I was there last time with a smattering of western clothes. I figured I’ll just have a few more made while I am there to complete my Indian wardrobe. If you have never worn Indian clothes, they are wonderful! I highly recommend them. Comfy pajama like pants, long flowy, short sleeve tops, and beautiful chunni’s (Scarves) that cover everything up modestly. Very complimentary to most figures and shapes.
How it works there is you go to a big store and pick out the matching set of material. Millions of options! That costs you about $3. Then you take it to your local tailor who measures you and makes you a beautiful custom fit outfit for around $5. Not a bad deal and honestly better than packing and carrying all of my crap across the globe.
But that brings me to my story, the last time we were in India I was wearing one of my beautiful new salwar kameez suits and we were at a Conrad’s uncle’s house. It was the one year anniversary of his Aunt Agne’s death(a tradition common in Indian Catholic homes). Whom we named Isabelle Agnes after and they had planned this party around our trip so we could be there. There were probably several hundred people there. Big tents were set up. A bunch of the ladies were in the living room having a prayer meeting (which is another aspect of the celebration). I was in one of the bedrooms with a few of Conrad’s cousins chatting and talking.
Suddenly, the electricity went out. So I jumped up to go check on Isabelle, who was sleeping on her Amama’s lap. When I took two steps, my cool pajama pants fell right down to my ankles! I started laughing, as I quickly pulled them up and tightened that tricky little draw string. Everyone wanted to know what I was cracking up about, so I told them and they thought it sooo funny and what a rookie mistake. Apparently there are tricks to these little outfits. Lucky for me and my modesty, it was pitch black and no one saw a thing!