Came across a nice post by Eve in her reminiscence of sarees:
Growing up in India – and in an army background – I’ve seen many ‘regular’ women turn into uber sexy beings when they’ve walked into a party sheathed in nine metres of figure-hugging saris. I’ve seen my mom transform from just-mom to this you-can-look-you-cannot-touch lady. My mom’s always been shy; but when she dressed up in a sari, she looked like a queen. So beautiful, so untouchable; but mostly, so confident.
Then there my friend’s mom, Veena aunty. I remember her wearing these gorgeous cotton saris. High neck, Chinese-collared blouses with sleeves that reached the elbows, a chignon and the gentlest of smiles. She did not show an inch of skin and yet when she walked she was so graceful, you wanted to fall on your knees and kiss her hand.
So that’s it. Instead of worrying about what-to-wear at any event now; I am going to pull out one of my sexy chiffons, wear one of my halters, strap on a pair of high heels, tightly drape the sari around and let my midrif rule the day.
Go Eve Go!
Other than the tag line of her blog, I agree with everything she says.
We all know women she is describing here; especially the woman in cotton saree, who was always so proper, and was so alluring because she was so “proper”.
I remember Rita Suri; she had just gotten engaged when I met her and there was certain glow to her face which was reflected in the chiffon sarees she wore, and there was certain confidence in her demeanor; which she showed off with her sleeveless blouses. Yes I remember her well!