Love can be a difficult thing. Some days it can be all sunshine and roses; other days it can be a kick in the pants. It can treat you well or leave you out in the cold. In this case, it can leave you sharply dressed or without anything to wear to your function.
As I wrote about in my I should join a desi clothes shopaholics group blog post, I WAS in love. Sadly, my dream pishwaaz and I are breaking up. There's nothing scandalous about our break-up...my pishwaaz was not out getting worn by other desi gals all over town (or was it?!), and we didn't drift apart. Nope, nothing as dramatic as these things. I blame myself for being on the fence about whether or not to buy it. Finally, this morning I thought, "Why NOT?!" and contacted the seller again. Her response back was not good news: the price of my pishwaaz has gone up 150% due to rising costs of fabric. The price for that pishwaaz now seems high and frankly, a little out of my budget. (Incidentally, the seller was apologetic about the cost increase.) As you can probably guess, I'm DEVASTATED. Really. I thought we'd be together forever. I imagined us in so many scenarios...walking into a desi shaadi function and everyone's heads turning and each person turning to whisper to the next person, "Who's that...?"...skipping through the park (ok, maybe not that last one, but I think you get the idea).
Some last words to my pishwaaz: It's not you, it's me. I'm so sorry that we have to part ways, but you are sooo out of my league. I'll always remember you fondly and keep you in my heart. I hope we meet again someday.
As I wrote about in my I should join a desi clothes shopaholics group blog post, I WAS in love. Sadly, my dream pishwaaz and I are breaking up. There's nothing scandalous about our break-up...my pishwaaz was not out getting worn by other desi gals all over town (or was it?!), and we didn't drift apart. Nope, nothing as dramatic as these things. I blame myself for being on the fence about whether or not to buy it. Finally, this morning I thought, "Why NOT?!" and contacted the seller again. Her response back was not good news: the price of my pishwaaz has gone up 150% due to rising costs of fabric. The price for that pishwaaz now seems high and frankly, a little out of my budget. (Incidentally, the seller was apologetic about the cost increase.) As you can probably guess, I'm DEVASTATED. Really. I thought we'd be together forever. I imagined us in so many scenarios...walking into a desi shaadi function and everyone's heads turning and each person turning to whisper to the next person, "Who's that...?"...skipping through the park (ok, maybe not that last one, but I think you get the idea).
Some last words to my pishwaaz: It's not you, it's me. I'm so sorry that we have to part ways, but you are sooo out of my league. I'll always remember you fondly and keep you in my heart. I hope we meet again someday.
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