nobodysuspectsthebutterfly said: Can you wear an undershirt as a layer? I don’t know much about how saris are worn, so please pardon me if I’m being ignorant, but a lot of women I know will wear a long-sleeved undershirt under more open blouses. like this: goo.gl/83tyDP
Sari blouses tend to be skin-tight, so I don’t think an undershirt would work very well. I think I’ll put up the photos I take for HR so then you can see what it looks like. (I have this yellow and green cotton sari that I’m dying to show off anyway XD) I was thinking of picking up some subtly patterned fabric (or something lacy with a backing fabric) and adding that to the neckline at the back to cover more skin. And also maybe using that to cover the midriff. Of course, I would have to go to an alterations person to get this all done because I’m not that great at sewing. Maybe I should just ask my mom to have my tailor in India make up something new, a blouse that’s more like a standard Western top. But. I should see what the HR person says before I get into all those logistics. Clothes are so complicated.
Fun times with the in-laws: discussing how each of us would die in a zombie apocalypse. Someone save me. I already defended thermodynamics during dinner by talking about how stopped time would result in a really unpleasant zero Kelvin environment. I have done my duty; I can’t do this.
If anyone is interested in Regency Era finances here are some links I found helpful:
Currency Converter: Will convert any amount in years between 1270-1970 to 2005 BPS.
Pride and Prejudice Economics: Explains exactly how much Mr. Darcy and Mr. Bingley are worth, as well as provides a charge of Jane Austin’s (and some of her characters’) yearly expenses and incomes in 1810 BPS and 2008 Spending Power.
Cost of Living: Similar to the above link, explains how much one would have to make yearly to live comfortably.
My eyes water when I am sneezy and have a runny nose. Am I a cat?
Here is an example of either mad bargaining skills or extreme gullibility: I was on Commercial Street today, lugging around something like 10 kgs of clothes, when I came across a dude selling these decorative strings with beads and pompoms and little animals. I made the mistake of stopping and looking and asking the price. “950 for one, but I’ll give it to you for 650.” I smile, shake my head no, and move on. What on earth would I do with it anyways? So I go to the alterations shop (the ever-present embroiderer informs me that the tailor is taking some time off), blouse piece shop (the owner himself attended to me with a charming old-world courtesy), the lace shop, and the dupatta shop before heading off to meet my mother at a preappointed spot. And there that dude finds me again. Please won’t I buy a pair for 650? I shake my head no. At this point I’m really not interested in these things at all. The price drops. 500. 400. 300. This is his no-profit price, apparently. I try to get him to understand that it’s not the price that’s the problem, but I can’t walk away so this is really not getting through to him. Please, I would be his first sale of the day/night. There was a certain amount of desperation. This might have been true. I could give them as gifts! That became a way out. I could always just give them to Jay’s mother, who apparently likes anything with elephants. So I bought them, dear reader. My mother turned up about 15 seconds after he finally left.