Walk a mile in my plumps if they fit you!
:P

I have so many dresses! (Yaaay!)

Dear Diary,
Since I never wrote journals as a young girl, I have to tell you something today!
I have 28 dresses! TWENTY EIGHT!
More details as I continue to write!

I was a tomboy till my early teens. I ran around killing insects, beating up my cousins, watching wrestling and practicing it on my daddy. I hated pink and red and yellow. I went for black, dark blue and black.
Having been brought up as the younger one in the family, there was no other option for me than to wear what my sister did. As she grew older, I got her clothes. They were not always in a bad condition and horrible looking but they were pink and frilly and cute- making me look like a girl! Of course my mother wouldn’t want me to look bad  and like a boy so I didn’t have a say in what I wore till I was 15. The only time I bought clothes was during Dashain. And even then, my mother chose things for me. Which were again, “Girly Clothes!”

However, the year I was “Sweet Sixteen” my sense of styling changed completely! I was no more into The Rock or Undertaker and I stopped throwing temper tantrums when I had to wear dresses.  I was ashamed to say it but I started liking Hannah Montana and the Olsen Twins and the way they did their hair and make- up, the kind of clothes they wore and their attitude.  With time, I grew taller than my elder sister and I no more had to use her old clothes and I often denied using them! Yes, that was the time when I thought I knew everything on earth! But I wouldn’t call this my changing phase as school took most of the time from my life then leaving me with a Saturday which was a family day,  and I didn’t get to experiment much.  But I did spend all my pocket money to buy fashion magazines such as Vogue and Marie Claire. I cut all the pretty clothes featured there and kept it safe in my journal book and promised myself to get if not all, some of them when I was older.

Once I was done with my tenth grade, and I started earning money (I started working pretty soon), I bought everything that I wanted to. My mother (you know her!)  would shout at me, try to strangle me- well not literally, shout at me again- but I never followed what she said! I bought clothes as soon as I saw them! And I had to visit almost every shop- usually in RB Complex!  I bought them, wore them, dumped them and bought new ones again! It often happened that I saw something in one of the magazines and I went down to hunt that dress in all of the shops in Kathmandu! 

I was not born a shopaholic- in fact, I hated shopping. But once I joined a Lifestyle magazine as a writer and came across a zillion- ok not a zillion but at least 5 pretty dresses every day, I couldn’t keep my heart away from them! I went shopping the day I got my salary! Seeing the latest trends being followed in the magazine, it changed my styling sense. It changed for good! It was amazing how much I had not grown physically and almost all of my old clothes fit me. Even if they didn’t, I used some scissors, thread and needle and sewed them into something else!

Last week as I was getting dressed (you know, Sanvi’s birthday!), I was looking for a pair of my favorite jeans in my cupboard and on the verge of finding it; I figured out that I just had one pair of favorite jeans and a few others that I never wore. Then looking at the left side of my wardrobe, I saw dresses, so many that there was no more space to hang them onto the hangers! I counted their number and it came as a shock to me. I had 28 dresses. I wore the one that was brand new that day which I got in Pokhara. It was a nice cotton dress perfect for summer- frilly and cool. It was a love at first sight dress and I wouldn’t mind splurging on it. But when I asked for the price, I couldn’t believe my ears. Yes, she said they were for Three hundred and fifty bucks. I asked the saleswoman if the dress had any damage done or such and when she shook her head (just as I was wishing she would do); I bargained it down to 275 bucks! Now that got me thinking! I saw a similar dress by Chanel on FTV some time back. It looked very much the same!  If I planned to butt in my lips and not let out the truth, maybe no one would guess the price. And it made my heart sink because it was so much better than the beautiful dress from Zara that I bought for 10 times its price.

Again, getting back to love for my dresses, I don’t understand one thing. My boyfriend hates it when I wear them. We get into fights almost every time I wear them. It’s not because he doesn’t like me wearing dresses but because it seems like committing a crime to wear a dress in the streets of Kathmandu.  Even if they are knee length and decent looking, you get scary stares and unwanted head-turns not to forget the sleazy comments that come along. Obviously, we are responsible teenagers and we wouldn’t go around wearing un- appropriate clothes. But again, it all depends upon what we chose to wear where. Since I have almost, only dresses in my wardrobe, I carefully make selections of clothes when I make a plan to step out.

On the verge of writing this, I came across a nice dress in vogue.com! It’s a pretty pink picnic dress! Perfect for summer!

So, until next time when I write about having a million dresses (I hope I get to write about it someday!) I am off to hunt for my new dress that will look like the one in Vogue! If not that, something else is always there!
Yippe!
A brand new dress!

P.S. I hope my mother didn’t hear me ‘Yippie!’

:)

And then while I'm away,
I will write home everyday.
And I will send  all my loving to you~