(i remembered this dress being longer....nixed due to visible knee. too saucy!)
Over the past few weeks, people have kindly asked me if I miss anything from back home. You know what silly thing I miss? Easy dressing. Bare shoulders. And sundresses.
While there are tons of interesting, positive experiences here...and I hate to even mention a negative...I've got to be honest: one of the less enjoyable experiences has been learning how to dress in a different culture, specifically one with intense heat, conservative dress codes and lots of men that have no problem making their attention known even when you're covered from elbow to ankle.
Now that I've been here for a month, I don't take note of the stares as much...but Gabe does, always laughingly telling me that men are eyeing me in the market. Swear...I'm not bragging. If you're a western woman in Kuwait, even if you're short + average looking + covered up like me, you're going to get stares. It's just a fact of life.
Gabe is taking me out tonight to our fave Indian restaurant, and it's been weeks since we went on a real, true date. I was determined to look (conservatively) foxy. Well, after an hour of pillaging my trimmed-down closet, I'm back at my daily uniform: black leggings and a lengthy tunic. Sigh. Clearly, this is all an excellent excuse to go shopping this weekend, eh? :)
Happy Friday, friends. If you feel so obliged, do bare a little knee this weekend in my honor. ;)