Let me be the first to admit that sarees terrify me. I have a constant fear that I will trip up, smash my nose in, and go through the rest of my life looking like an ex-pugilist. Or that the drape will suddenly unravel in public no matter how many of the dratted safety pins I put into them, risking injury and bleeding if they ever do open up and pierce skin. The few occasions I’ve worn sarees in public, I’ve been most uncomfortable with the tucking, the pleats, the pallu. This, I realise, is so ironic because my mother wore a saree everyday of her working life, and I remember her taking barely five minutes in the morning to perfectly drape and pin her starched cottons, and impeccably pleated at that.
I also don’t have any sarees, never buy any for myself, and most of what I wear are filched off my mother in law and sisters in law. One of my resolutions though, for 2019 is to get into more ethnic wear, and sarees are one of the things I need to master. Can’t be heading into my 50s and not knowing how to drape a saree myself yet!
What is your saree story?