I have loved saris for years. I’ve even wanted to own one and wear it. And for more than costume parties. I think this may be my true style. The authentic Sloane.
Tonight I went trolling on Google and Pinterest for images and was befuddled. All the women shown looked like hoochie mamas.
The woman to your left has not spent day one in India, I’m pretty sure. She’d be laughed off the continent.
Where’s the woman who was at Costco a few days ago that I followed down the main aisle totally mesmerized by her grace?
She walked at a full stride – on shorter legs than mine, which made my gait a bit crumpled as I walked behind her – and never once fussed with her clothes. She was older than me, darker skinned than me, sporting the most amazingly mixed shades of watermelon and salmon, and wearing not very attractive sandals, but I was in the throws of a full-on girl crush. I was a stalker, if only for a few minutes.
And then, tonight I found her again as she lives in my mind’s eye. Right here on my screen:
Isn’t she incredible? What’s not to love?
p.s. “Hoochie mama” is a coined phrase I lifted from my sister Casey. Make of it what you will, but know that she cracks me up. Here are a few more hoochie mamas.
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I love sari’s my doctors wife and a professor I once had wore them everyday. They are the most beautiful fabrics and colors! I have coveted one since I was little I thought I was the only american country girl alive that felt this way.
beautiful!
i hear ya sloan. when i first moved to my apartment in hoboken, i lived across the hall from and an indian family. they would go out for celebrations on saturday night, dressed in traditional garb. i would hear them leave and i would have waited around for that time, so that i could stick my head out and see the saris. they mother and daughter were so beautiful with the bright colors. i was in awe every week. i begged them to teach me to wrap one….but it never happened. i never failed to tell them that i thought they were the stunning.