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Hello Kitty and Spaz Cat? or Winky Cat?
Snoopy and Random Duck?
Alacrity? “Brisk and cheerful readiness.” I guess it fits.
We find that they are putting “Angry Birds” on everything, whether relevant or not. “Welcome to my little world. Let’s play together.”
“Train Energy Powerful: Too courageous to be met with”
Serving spoon, anyone?
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On the 30th, two good friends of ours are getting married. It’s an Indian wedding, so our search for appropriate apparel began.
I started by asking for advice from my former coworkers. This gave me a few places to begin looking and some idea of what price to expect.
We started in Fujairah by just walking into a fabric shop. This was the best place – the best fabric, helpful and honest staff. Fabrics for salwar kameez usually come in pre-cut matched packages. This is a problem for me because the sets are cut with much shorter, smaller women in mind. There was a matched set that caught my eye, but the staff was honest and pointed out that there would not be enough material for someone my size. At the time, I wasn’t smart enough to just buy two matching sets to double the material. 20/20 hindsight. I bought a lovely teal fabric instead – 5 yards for 100 AED ($27.00).
One of the staff then escorted us to a tailor shop in the next building along with a picture to help communicate what I wanted. The tailor took my measurements and said that it would take four days and cost 80 AED ($22). We wandered around the building to see what other shops were there. DaddyBird has been wanting his own salwar/kameez for quite a while. We discovered another tailor with some nice wares in the window. DaddyBird headed in and negotiated with the tailor for two black salwar kameez sets out of some lovely soft fabric. His bill was 100 AED ($27) per set (fabric and sewing), but it would take two days longer than my tailoring.
The salwar kameez would not really be fancy enough men’s wear for the wedding. We continued shopping in other fabric stores, looking for fabric suitable for a sherwani jacket. However, we encountered blank stares when we mentioned sherwani. Even the printed out picture we showed them didn’t help much. None of the fabric was to DaddyBird’s liking, so off to the Mina Bazaar in Dubai we went.
I’m not sure why I continued to look at fabric for myself, but I did. You may remember that we are lousy at negotiation and Eastern style shopping/negotiation. We should have agreed on our tactics and signals before heading into the first shop. I ended up buying two fabric sets for more than I should have. In my defense, it was a matter of bad communication. The salesman mentioned the word “tailor,” so I specifically asked “do you have a tailor here?” I even pointed with my finger on the counter. He answered “yes” and then indicated that it would only take two hours to sew. Thinking that the purchase price included the sewing, I agreed to prices that were too high for what I ended up with. I lived and learned. I have actually started sewing one of the pieces obtained at this shop, but found that there was a two inch hole cut in the middle of the back and that the lining material is not colorfast. The project is somewhat stalled for the moment.
DaddyBird was also checking in the shops to see what men’s attire might be available, but the largest size available was 46 or 48 and he needs a 50 or 52. Several salesmen tried to tell him that the 46 would do. He actually tried one on to prove his point.
We went into a second shop with fabrics for women and endured quite a show put on by the salesman who probably would have shown me everything on their shelves if I had let him. He repeated his sales pitches frequently which included “this one is classic,” “the dupatta (scarf) is mind blowing,” “this one is the one for you.” I ended up buying two more sets from this shop. They are of better quality than the others, but still don’t have quite enough material.
More fabric was needed for lining and sleeves for both of these.
So, it was back to the first fabric store in Fujairah where I got eight yards of teal satin for 6 AED/yd ($13.00) and three yards of pink for the same big 6 AED/yd. The staff were again very helpful finding just the right shade and giving us discounts.
Then we headed across the street to the lace and trim store. I wanted a little bit of extra bling for my teal salwar/kameez and some white lace for another set of material I hope to sew, someday. ($3.75/yd)
Now, as for DaddyBird’s search for a sherwani, we found a tailor in the Mina Bazaar area of Dubai. It turned out to be pretty pricy, so my six outfits don’t seem so bad in comparison. I still came out cheaper than he did.
We went back on Monday for a preliminary fitting. We pick the masterpiece up on Friday. DaddyBird very wisely listened to his wifey and chose the blue material instead of the black.
It has been quite an adventure and a lot of work for just a few hours at a wedding party. We need to line up a few more weddings to get more use out of our hard earned threads. We would have missed all this fun if we could have just bought something off the rack.
Posted by Kanga.
The grocery store usually provides a surprise. This time it is apples from back home. Halfway around the world, here they are.
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Apparently, this is sauce you can put on everything.
We had more grocery bags than we could carry in one trip, so DaddyBird went back down to the parking lot to get the rest. The cats sat patiently and watched for his return.
When DaddyBird did return, Oliver smelled something delicious and began to freak out. It was the celery.
Even Bert had to get in on the celery snacking.
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This is the plastic grocery bag from an Indian store in an Arab country. Christmas isn’t overbearing, flashing everywhere, blaring from speakers, and assaulting us from every media source, but it is nice that no one objects to “Merry Christmas.” No war on Christmas here.
[And, yes, that is Oliver sitting on the bag because, just by spreading that bag out, clearly I was making an invitation for him to sit on it.]
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December is here and the weather is beautiful. Here’s what the weather stats are like.
It is Christmas at the malls. Every year the decorations are new. I wonder where the old ones go.
Nice, subtle decorations.
With the “cold” weather comes the winter wear. These are not just meant for wearing in Ski Dubai. People wear them outdoors.
I took the picture below just for the little, understated number in the middle.
Once again it seems that the manikins have been partying too hard.
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Not culturally sensitive, to say the least.
Didn’t we get over this fashion statement back in the 1980′s? Plaid shirt and down vest? Really?
Yes, ladies and gentlemen, these are unlined rain coats being sold in an arid desert country. When it rains here, and it does, you don’t go out for a stroll. It rains hard and there is thunder and lightening. People have been struck dead while walking in the rain.
This just amazes. It is a dish scrub sponge shaped like Diana Ross with the sponge serving as her afro hairdo.
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With the cooler weather comes the Global Village. We lined up at the gate for opening at 4 p.m.
The façades of the pavilions change each year. I particularly like the fake fans on this colonial style building.
Thailand’s marketing seems a little redundant.
The Hong Kong pavilion is quite colorful and inviting.
Gangnam style coffee was available in the South Korea pavilion, but I didn’t see anyone dancing.
Being early in the season and early in the evening, the crowds were light and it was quite pleasant.
We purchased a few things in the African pavilion. They have many intriguing, hand made items. On our next visit, I will definitely go back to the Tipsy Gypsy booth in the Spain pavilion for lovely Christmas gifts.
If you are in the UAE and haven’t gone to Global Village, you are missing out. Go, have some legaimat (Emirati doughnuts), stroll through the pavilions, and catch some of the music/dance performances. It is worthwhile.
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