Late last fall I was busy planning my Christmas vacation to Jordan, where I was meeting up with my cousin and her husband. Part of the trip included an invite to a Muslim wedding, for which I didn't have anything to wear. I spoke to (begged) my mother to choose, purchase and send me something to wear.
6-12 weeks later... (I kid, I kid. My family is awesome and always ponies up for the fast shipping since Canada Post sucks)
My package arrived, and when I opened it, I made this face: O_o.
My mother had sent me some clothes, some random bits of Canadiana and a purple satin and black lace bustier top. That's right, a purple and black bustier top. I quizzed my mother and she admitted that it was for an occasion OTHER THAN The Muslim Wedding in Jordan (perhaps dancing for tips?).
I didn't take it to Jordan. I wore it to a friend's WHAT are you WEARING?!? party:
I also wore it to the Lady Gaga concert (which caused my neighbours in the elevator to idly wonder if I was "Russian", which means...purchaseable in Korea :S). It was now time for it to be laundered.
I was scared of running it through the washing machine, so I wandered down to the local Lotte Mart (a large store with groceries, a photo shop, a pet grooming place, a food court and a dry cleaner). The nice man rummaged through my pile of clothes without incident until he encountered The Muslim Wedding in Jordan outfit. He pulled it up, held it at arms length, spun it around, turned it upside down, inside out and waved it in the air, attracting the attention of passers-by.
Then, he made this face: O_o ...
...and asked "ummm. Shirt?!?"
To which I answered "I guess so?!?" whilst blushing furiously.
So thanks, MOM. Even the dry cleaning man knew it wasn't appropriate for a Muslim Wedding in Jordan.
