I am in Montreal for my oldest friend, Colette Campbell-Moscrop’s wedding. We grew up spending every holiday together. We are family. Colette is marrying Subibe. Colette is a white toast (like me), has a British father and a French mother. Subibe is Indian and they are having a traditional Indian wedding. FUN! My very first Indian wedding!
It is just so happens that I have a sari. While travelling through India, the Germ was adamant about buying me one. I didn’t want a sari, but he insisted. When I received the invitation to Colette’s wedding, I was very happy that he did.
The Germ is concerned about the end result and really wants me to bring a back up outfit. I insist that even if it looks like a fancy toga, I am wearing it.
We leave our hotel and arrive at Dr King’s house at exactly 4:20, the day of the wedding. I met Dr King at grad school. She is a kindred spirit and an official bestie.
Since it is the champagne year and since I was tackling another new experience, there was no question that we needed some serious champs. Because Dr King is a fellow champagne hound and the germ and I can hold our own, it seemed only fitting that we start the sari tying party with a magnum of veuve. What else?
Armed with a youtube video from goodIndiangirl.com, we had some basic instructions on how to tie this monster piece of fabric. To get the party started, we popped our magnum of champagne paired it with some delicious lobster rolls.
Everything was so delicious and we were having so much fun that we lost track of time. The Germ, always the voice of reason, put an end to our partying ways and insisted we get started on tying the sari.
The adventure begins.
There is a lot more fabric than we expected.
I didn’t purchase the petticoat that is called for underneath the sari, but I put together a make shift tunic with a tank and slip to ensure the waist band would secure the folder fabric.
We knew this new thing had to be captured on video. Dr King lost the job of chief sari wrapper and the Germ took over.
After a few attempts, we were good to go. So pleased.
At the wedding, a lovely older Indian woman approached me, asked to help me and retied the entire thing. She was shocked I was not wearing a petticoat, but impressed with our effort.
All said, I absolutely loved wearing a sari. The fabric was gorgeous, it was surprisingly comfortable and I felt quite glamorous.
We also had an amazing time at such a fun, festive, joyful wedding.
Thanks Dr King! Thanks Colette!
