I have long been admiring the jumpsuit fad from the sidelines of the fashion universe until one fine day browsing through an online shopping site, I found one that called out my name and I ordered it pronto before I changed my mind. My mind, as you might have guessed by now has fickle as its middle name.
Knowing it was Shein, I ordered a XXL, else I would have to hack bits and pieces off myself in order to get into the jumpsuit. It arrived, I tried it on, it was suitably loose enough to be comfortable and then came the very important technical question. What if nature calls, and stridently at that? What then? I have watched the episode of Crashing where Lulu has a rather disastrous situation with a onesie and this jumpsuit as a consequence, of that fearful episode, lay neglected in the wardrobe for a while. Last night, going out for birthday dinner, had pulled on old jeans and camo jacket when my mom in law said, wear something new, it’s your birthday. This came to mind. I would be gone but a few hours, I told myself, the restaurant was a stone’s throw from home. And, most important, I would steer clear of liquids.
So here I am, jumpsuit from Shein India, Obi belt from Lulu & Sky, Shell top from I forget where, I’ve had it forever and ever and a couple of more evers, old faithful Hidesign embossed flower pattern bag and espadrilles from Clarks.
I’ve already confessed I have a mortal terror of wearing sarees. I’ve tripped too often and sprained my ankles, ripped exquisite ones to shreds, pinned them ineptly and have had them uravelling visibly in a public situation, had horrific experiences of going to the bathroom in public places where the floors are literal swamps, and more, and so have actively avoided wearing them for all my 47 years. Let me also confess that I am most disorganised a dresser, so the effort of coordinating saree, blouse and petticoat, not to mention, having appropriate number of safety pins at hand is something that has been one of my perpetual failings.
Last year, I think I wore a saree just once, and that too for one of the functions at my niece’s wedding, for the other three functions, I made do with salwar kameezes. This year though, my resolution is to wear more sarees, especially for formal occasions and especially for litfests. I love being in long dresses in the regular course of affairs, but realise that one doesn’t quite have the gravitas needed on stage, something that a saree effortlessly endows one with. And as for the horror of all my Michelin man waist tyres being on public display, thank god for the new style of traditional blouses being dispensed with and anything and everything being okay in place of it.
For the Times of India Bangalore Lit Fest on Saturday, I borrowed this exquisite soft silk Ajrakh saree off my sister in law, Tara (in pic with me), wore it with simple double chain of silver beads and a black shell top. Works?