Laughing with them

The family is getting ready for a wedding; Kaleen's only niece. So there have been multiple trips to the bazaar to buy all the things that will be needed. I've been told my dresses aren't nice enough for a wedding and I need a new one. Along with some new shoes. Originally Kaleen and I went together to look. But I didn't have enough money; it's amazing how much this "crushed velvet" can go for per meter! I told Kaleen I would go to the bazaar on my own, as she was busy making nan, and get the fabric needed.

We got our stroller out of our friend's "garage" so I was excited to give it a try through the bazaar. Yet another sign that we are settling in and making it home. I found some fabric I liked and made sure to ask the women around me if 1) this was the color for mourning and 2) young women could wear these colors. I was assured that the fabric was beautiful and wasn't for mourning. I proudly returned home with my purchase.

Kaleen said the fabric was beautiful, but I could tell there was more left unsaid. Grandma came around the corner and I was told to show her my new buys. As soon as Grandma saw the fabric she started laughing, hard! "When did you get so old? You can only wear this if you are going to be crying? This is not for a young girl like you." All those gathered around joined in the laughing. I knew it was a risky move to go on my own and was able to laugh with them. Though I will be honest, there are times I get tired of being laughed at. So I told Grandma she could have the fabric as a gift. To which at first she was very pleased.

Grandma displaying her new fabric and fresh nan

It turned out that Grandma didn't even like the fabric for her. So I was sent back to the bazaar with Kaleen and Ethan to try and explain it. What did I tell the shopkeeper I bought it from? "Grandma yelled and me and won't let me wear it. Can I buy something different?" When it's finished, I'll post a picture of my approved new dress.