I’m scared. I’m really really scared. In about a month, I will be traveling across the country for Vishnu’s cousin’s wedding. I’m scared.
No, silly, not because I’ll be meeting most of his family for the first time (as his fiancé). But now that I think about it…
For the first time in my life, I will have to put on a sari without my mom. I’m scared.
There is something so daunting about taking yards of fabric and wrapping it around you. I don’t know how my mom does it 10 minutes flat. It’s perfection every time – the folds, the pleats, the draping, etc.
My sari skills, on the other hand, are not so great. I think I have the basics down, but when it comes to creating those crisp pleats, I fail horribly.
My first go around, I didn’t even get to the pleating step…I was a tangled mess. It’s a good thing I can laugh at myself.
After a couple of tries, I kinda sorta got a hang of it…
Ok, so it’s not perfect, but I’m getting there. I definitely need a few more practice sessions. Ok, fine…many more. Ha!
I have a little less then one month to perfect my sari wearing skills. Vishnu’s mom asked me if I could help a few of his aunts with their saris before the wedding. When I told her I don’t know how to put them on, she laughed…nervously. She was expecting me to be better than her…oops! That’s when I knew I had to learn. So here I am!
Have you ever worn a sari? What’s something you really rely on someone else for?