Tuesday, 4 December 2012

Blouse blues

Intimate details too many? No way – when the world likes to stare and the world likes to post photos in the elegantly draped meters of flowing cloth- why not know the woes of a blouse bearer!  Most women self train towards that perfectly worn Indian sari that is both elegant and elusive at the same time-but what well literally holds things together is – the blouse!

Too tight and the flesh handles peep out, too loose and the straps escape- the perfect fitting is an art that can only be truly appreciated by a woman who has had to experiment with innumerable tailors – their tailoring skills I mean, to produce a creation that is a perfectly fitted piece of clothing that barely covers one fourth of the body, but is the most important. 

The worst thing to do I have realized is to have a long distance professional relationship with the man who stitches the seams and rely on an old singular blouse in your possession couriered to a relative in the hope that the cumbersome task has been passed on. Beware my friends – you are in for an unpleasant surprise. No doubt all the gyming has paid off (or so the trainer says) and you have lost an inch at the waist, but let us not forget the weight training that has now made you the proud owner of mini miniature biceps. Nonetheless, the blouse has been made to fit and when you eagerly try it on for the function the coming week – you have a stuck at the arm situation! Tugs, pulls , cringing, breath holding – all shall go in vain and you shall have to let go.

And so, the besotted blouse and your bruised ego head together – packet full of the ill-fitting artifacts in hand , to the neighborhood tailor – as fate would have it !  

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