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Overall lovely weekend. Taught my citizenship class and Heather observed. I only had two students so I let class out 15 minutes early. Dawn, a swell gal from work, met us outside the building, and I let them borrow a silk sari each for the Indian Fair at the Barsana Dham temple. Heather choose a lavender wedding sari, my first and most expensive one, which I ended up giving her gave it to her, which sounds generous, although it's really not, since I stopped wearing it after I went swimming in it for a photo shoot and it got all splotchy. She was radiant in it, like a little silk wrapped kewpie doll. Dawn chose my favorite sari, a dove grey one with a raja scene complete with elephants on the pallu (the big decorative border). She looked smashing, since she's got one of those faces that somehow manages to be simultaneously All American and exotic without cracking. I wore my magenta wedding sari with peacock goldwork on it. Pretty, but nothing special. Of course, I feel like a spoiled memsahib for saying that. I bought a mess of jewelry at the festival, and made out like a bandit. Maybe because it's because I was born with a bindi-shaped birthmark on my forehead, or maybe it's just part of my charm but the Indian men, they love me. I ended up paying $12.00 each for five earring/necklace/tika sets for which Dawn paid $20.00, and others paid $35.00. Yeah, I know my neck will turn green but for the time being, Score. Post a comment in response: |
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