I'm Excited!
I've decided I'm going to a dandiya event this weekend! Even though I haven't danced in years and I have doubts about being anywhere close to coordinated with my hand and leg movements, I'm excited about going!
Just the thought of getting dressed up, feeling all girly and pretty makes me break into a big smile! I'm one.hundred.percent sure that my lehnga, from back in the day when I used to complain I was fat (sigh!), won't fit me. And I might as well forget about squeezing into the choli, unless I want the cause of my death to be suffocation. Still, I'm excited about going!
My girlfriends, my partners in crime, are going too. Oh what fun it is to dance around in a big circle, hey! (Did you sing it in the Jingle Bells tune in your head? Good!)
What do I wear? Should I tie my hair up in a bun or leave it open (in a glorious, frizzy mess)? Should I wear ballet flats or the pretty pair of joothis I bought on my last trip back home? (which, by the way, are sitting patiently in a muslin bag, waiting for their destiny to be finally worn) Should I carry a stylish (and totally impractical) clutch? Or should I just leave my phone at home? No, that'd be silly, 'cos then I can't take those twenty-five-hundred selfies with my girlfriends, with our ruby-woo painted lips pouted. Hmmm...so I'd need a clutch big enough to hold my phone AND my lipstick, damn! But I'm so excited I'm going!
Of course, I'll obviously need to do a trip to the beauty salon (where I'll say I'll get a facial, do my hair and makeup and the works, but it will most likely end up being a last minute, frantic visit to hurriedly get my wild eyebrows and that hint of a mustache threaded) Still, did I say I'm excited about going?
Hubby darling has graciously (and with a big breath of relief for being let off from having to wear a 'costume' in his words) offered to babysit the children (who by the way are better off being home, watching TV, as my little girl has her father's genes when it comes to dancing and my little man lacks the patience such events need, ermm...genes from his mum in that department *cough*). So now, what mummy won't be excited about going?
I'm going to dance like no one's watching, I'll probably be breaking all the dandiya rules in the process, but who cares, right? I'll probably be uncomfortable as hell in a choli that's at least three times smaller than my real size, I'll probably have the pani puri and the dabeli and dhokla running their own tune in my head over the actual dandiya music, I'll probably have a blister (or two) in my feet from the brand new, never-before-worn pair of shoes, and I'll probably be a big hot mess! But hey, I'm excited I'm going!
Now, where is that (old and small) lehnga-choli? And, Pinterest & Google, here I come!
