I don’t think there’s anything that makes me feel more feminine than wearing a sari.
The large swathes of fabric that gently fall as it concertinas at the front of the skirt. The bright, vivid colours, embellishments and embroidery. The whole festival of colour that comes with wearing a sari to an Indian function. It feels pretty special.
The boyf and I hotfooted it over to Leicester last week to pick up my first own sari for the wedding of his cousin.
Given my bad back at the moment it was rather a quick trip but great fun to pick out my colours. I had been set on going for a purple sari but we spotted this one and the boyf is a big fan of orange so we chose this one as my starter sari.
We really liked the simplicity of the design with just a small gold embellished trim around the edge of the fabric. It’s matched with a gold and black ‘blouse’ top that surprisingly/luckily fit me. Usually you have to adjust the blouses that comes with saris, either taking them in or out. But this was a perfect fit.
We popped over to the shop next door to get decked out with matching bangles and bhindi. And the outfit was complete!
I went for a fairly conservative look for my first family wedding. I didn’t want to stand out too much. Well, more than usual!
What I did notice from the wedding though is that more is more. So it’s all about the jewellery, embellishments, make-up and whatnot. It’s so much fun!
The wedding itself was a fantastic experience. We went along for three of the events of the wedding (it does go on for a week) including the mehndi night where all the women in the family had their hands painted with henna and we sang songs.
The night before the wedding was the saanji, a party with the grooms family, and then on the Sunday was the actual wedding ceremony at the Mandir (temple).
It was an honour to be have been invited and included, and a fascinating experience to be part of a different type of wedding than I am used to.