I need clothes

...and I'm picky about what I like. The funny thing is, when it comes to desi clothes, what I like is so simple - and that's the part people have issues understanding.

Adnan's Khat [letter] footoo with the Urdu thrown in made me smile so much, and pulled me out of my fake flickr hiatus. For now, anyway.

Backstory: The daddy-o left a couple of days ago on a last-minute trip to the motherland, for two weeks, and agreed to get a few things sewn for me and the sister while he's there.

This is unusual only because:
1. We never get our clothes sewn in the motherland and sent to us (I have my mother and my sister to sew estuff for me, so why leave it to people who don't know/understand how I like to dress?)

2. In May, I ran into some girl somewhere and, when I mentioned my mom was in the motherland, she giggled and said, 'Oh, you must be so excited to be getting new clothes!'
'No,' I said in my coldest voice, 'we had a death in the family and we're all busy with duas and guests. Clothes from the motherland are not at the top of my list at the moment.' [Or at any moment, actually.]

She looked taken aback, and then continued conversing about dessert options with other folks, and then came back to me two minutes later with, 'Are you okay?' Which I hate being asked, dammit. Which pretty much made me want to stab her with my dessert fork.

The end.

PS: Jesus, peace be upon him, I don't know how the hell I went off on that tangent. Okay, so the strips of tape say, Iss say Yasmine kayliyay aik kameez banaani chahiyay. [Roughly: 'Make a shirt for Yasmine out of this.' I don't believe in shalwar - that's why black slacks were invented, and jeans for the informal wear.]

Okay, now you can go back to making fun of my Urdu handwriting. I fully blame the ridiculousness on the jumbo Sharpie, and I promise it looks better when I use my favorite micro-point pens. That is all.