Aug. 28th, 2007

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I'm in a white sari with a blue border and a turquoise blue blouse.

One of the things that I love most about the UN is that I can wake up in the morning, decide I feel like wearing a sari, and just go into work in a sari. That simple. Nobody's going to ask me if it's some sort of holiday or give me an odd look.

Can you imagine being in a normal corporate setting and walking into school in a sari or some other form of ethnic dress that isn't suit+tie official?

I can't. Not without it being Sri Lankan Independence setting or New Year's, one of those holidays that might justify the non-professional clothing.

Saris are a pain to wear, really. They're difficult to sit in, they get caught in the wheels of your chair, you have to pick it up to go down the stairs, they require a lot of safety pins and white ones especially need to be kept absolutely stain-free.

I love them anyway.

There's something so elegant and timeless about the way they drape. A sari is really just a blouse, a skirt and about six feet of cloth, but wearing a sari always makes me smile a little whenever I see myself in a mirror.

See, I'm not a good Sri Lankan girl (my hair is growing out of a red mohawk, it's red and black, I'm wearing a Nike watch on one wrist) but in a sari, I feel like maybe I'm the new type of Sri Lankan-American-European girl. Like growing up in Europe and attending college in America don't mean I'm less Sri Lankan, just that I'm more me and less culturally bound, but I can still choose to show off parts of my culture when I want to.

In conclusion? I like this sari. If I were capable of wearing saris on my own, I'd bring one back with me to uni and put it on every now and then.

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