Even now, Indian clothes are pretty, but intimidating. Perhaps it’s that my immediate family only wears them to weddings. Perhaps I’m just self-conscious. I’m not sure–but I’ve been thinking about it a lot lately, and have written a little about it for The NRI. Here’s the blurb:
I have a secret: It’s black, gold-beaded, and hanging in my wardrobe. A small blouse and skirt set I picked up in an Indian mall in Australia, it’s a smart-casual Indian outfit, neat enough to wear to an interview but not a wedding, yet still dressed down enough for a trip to the grocery store.
Until I fell in love with this particular outfit, my Indian wardrobe consisted of wedding clothes: shalwar kameez, sari, and other skirt and blouse sets I’d either worn to a wedding, or as part of a wedding. These clothes, gorgeous as they are, are studded with enough bling to keep even the most inordinate rap artists and entourages happy. And I’ve been happy with that; the more formal the clothes, the less I can wear them in public.
read more over @ The NRI