Okay, I’m in a mood to give in to the juicy post requests 🙂 So hmm, lets talk dresses and makeup and bitch about the in-laws.
Wait, no, it wasn’t me who said that. I don’t know who did *looks around*
So, hmm, well then, take your cup of tea and sit back. Comfortable now? Well… lets see…
You want something over your feet? Oh ow! Stop throwing things at me, I’m getting to the story, I’m getting to it!
Really, all that happened was my mum asked me about THE guy and I went, ‘mmmmm’. Don’t take that to mean I meant yummy or something. It was just an expression of… consent. Haha. Personally, I’m still a bit woozy at the speed with which all this came about. It’s really out of the blue but I guess when these things happen, they do.
The guy has just moved to England. No, he’s not mean. No, I didn’t tell anyone at work but two people. Because this may come as a shocker, I keep mum about my personal life out of the cyber world. Not because I want to… of course you know I never stop chattering 😛 It’s just that in a city the size of Islamabad, things come back to bite you in a bad way. One person lets something slip out and you’re done. And even if its good news, not everyone is happy for you.
However, I did tell the two people I get along well with in the new place. And they’ve not stop ribbing me since.
I came back from a meeting and since we leave our cell-phones at our desks, I was just about to check mine when remembered something else and turned away from the phone. Ali (he’s a guy) and Zubi (she’s a girl) exchange a ‘look’ and I give them a questioning one in return. ‘You forgot to turn your phone on silent before you left. Its been ringing off the hook,’ Ali smirks.
‘You should’ve turned it off, then,’ I said getting more and more confused about the barely suppressed smiles.
‘It was a 0044 number,’ says Zubi and the only thing I think is, ‘Oh someone called me from England.’
So many people in England have my number. It could be anybody, right!
I picked up my cell phone and checked. No missed calls. Oh damn it! I’d been had. Sure enough, the moment I looked up from the phone those two slapped each other a high five and made fun of me all day after that. 😦 😦 They seem to twist in marriages and England into every conversation. Oh and the ring. They’ve really teased me to tears, those two have. I’m hoping it will wear off after a while but there’s no sign of it.
Dress: I had a pink chiffon shalwar kameez for the engagement. With small flowers embroidered on it with silver thread. That made finding the shoes very easy, for who can’t find good silver high-heels! But the makeup oh-so-hard. Did I mention pink nail-polish sucks too? And that I had to go and buy colored nail polish one because I don’t have any but those that come in French Manicure Kits. 😦
I’m going out of the city for a wedding so I’m planning on checking out the dresses there. In Pakistan we usually have a pastel colored dress for the walima which is the function hosted by the groom’s family. So I really want a traditional red for the wedding. I get stuck with pinks and greens and all shades of pastel for everything just because I can wear them but I don’t want to. I want something traditional for the wedding… Red!! (even though that makes me look horrible). Reds and blacks seem to suck the color out of my cheeks; I have no idea why. Suggestions?
And any idea for dresses will be nice!
Oh and since I’m heading out of the city the very next week, how about leaving me suggestions for some dresses in the comments? And if you’re from Lahore, we’re going to visit it for some shopping so tell me the places where I can get reasonably priced wedding stuff. Is there a large amount of haggling required?
Okay, that’s enough with the dresses. Its making my head hurt now, all this shopping talk.
I ddin’t say anything about what? Oh them. Yeah the In-Laws.
Seriously, they’re nicer than everything else put together, Masha’Allah. My MIL’s been calling every single day and having a short chat with me so she’s someone who knows how to draw the line between caring and intrusive (which is great). The families get on together really well so that’s great too. In fact, Matt has bonded with his youngest brother and though they share the same designation of ‘youngest brother’, they have a good 10 year age difference. :S Go figure the bond. I hear when my mum was in their city and stayed over with Matt, he stayed up till 4:00 in the morning arguing and laughing and telling stories to the lad.
So, I’m happy about the families getting on well.
What else… hmm.. I guess its your turn to ask questions again!