when we were in Warangal we went with the priest to buy some fabric, and here in Eluru we searched out a tailor and had him sew it. the first tailor that we came upon refused to serve us, possibly she didn't understand enough english to be able to. so we asked some kids where we could get some saris made, (here we have to say "saaa-reee" to match their accent so that they can understand what we're talking about) and they pointed us down the street, where we asked someone else and we eventually were led to a little shack attached to a one room house where there was a plump little woman and her skinny graying husband and a man in the back at a sewing machine working away. our friends the Tailors were very friendly and measured us and took the material, and lo! i now have a salwar kameez.
yay.
i'm becoming more and more indian as i stay here.
it's a lot prettier than the ones that are in the wikipedia pictures:
kinda pink and shiny and over-the-top, but everything here is over-the-top, so it fits in.
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