The wedding fair…not quite fair and lovely

Well, it was one of those lazy Fridays…boring. All my days are lazy actually, barring the time I spend cooking, cleaning and acting as general drudge-of-the-household and working out in the air conditioned splendor of the gym. Anyway, it was a lazy Friday, and so when my sister, R, suggested a trip to the wedding fair at a premium location in town, I immediately acquiesced. My parents didn’t really want to go (truth be told mom looked dead beat and with her BP on low, rest really is what she needs), so we couldn’t well, do any shopping, duh, because I’m plumb out of trousseau shopping cash and pin money.

Anyway, the cab ride there cost a hundred bucks. Whew! So there we were overwhelmed by the bling and the incessant flashes of press cameras. Loads of dresses. Some pretty. Mostly not. Lots of jewelry. Nothing affordable. I mean it’s all real stuff. Not costume jewelry. I don’t get why someone would buy that at a stall at an exhibition instead of going to a proper store and taking the time to evaluate the merchandise given the amount of money at stake. Well, we were not brought up to buy jewelry that way. So we collected a few cards, nothing promising, but you never know, and toddled back.

All right, I admit it. I get freaked out at places like these, where one size had better fit all and the rest of the world be damned. I’m an awkward shape, no getting over that, and most things simply don’t flatter me at all. Even if they fit. But I really do think I’d be damned before I spent 55K on an ordinary red salwar suit with a minimum of embroidery on it, even if it fit like a dream!

My sister wanted to spy out the lingerie dept—a damp squib if ever there was one—and even she felt massively let down. Cotton nighties are so passé and ‘aunty wear’. I can’t imagine setting S on fire in granny nighties with cheap cotton lace. Not unless the cotton makes up a baby doll, or something oomphy.

The cab ride back cost 118 bucks. I feel darn cheated.