Preparations

Now, the one thing that's been taking precedence in my life the past 3 years has been Tia. She's all i can think of 24x7, which is a good thing in a way, but when the opportunity to attend a family wedding presented itself to me, i jumped into it wholeheartedly. It was my mission for the month to get organised, get all dolled up and buy clothes and gifts for Tia, mom and the bride to be. I became a local at the swanky Saree shops in South Ex and was buying clothes and shoes in every hue and shade. I scoured the markets for traditional wear for Tia and eventually decided to get it tailor made for her instead. I bought matching lace for her outfits, matching tights to wear underneath, and matching hair accessories. The local boutique tailoring our clothes probably whooped a secret hooray each time it saw me walk in through the doors carrying armloads of new clothes to be made. I got my blouses altered to fit me(because i can no longer fit into the blouses made 8 years ago), and then i went all out getting my jewels out and buying more stuff to match the newer outfits.
After all this came the turn to buy gifts for the bride-to-be. I wanted to give her a dream gift and wanted to personalise the items bought. Each day after work I would painstakingly shop matching/coordinating items for her. Somedays I would buy a bag or some accessories to compliment a new bride. I'm currently running out of things to do and to be more honest, money to spend. My excitement about the preparations has made this trip seem larger than life. I know I'll get withdrawal pangs when the wedding is over, I know I'll miss the shopping after the last of the gifts has been handed over and the last outfit worn. I know that the journey will hold its own special place in my heart and as i count down each day to my trip to the homeland...I know that this will be a very special trip indeed...one in which all of my loved ones will celebrate the togetherness of the big chaotic dysfunctional but immensely caring family that is all mine