|Joking around on Olaya Street with my abaya and headscarf.|
|Being a westerner and getting away with not covering my hair while at a mall|
So, now I’m in Saudi Arabia and have my ugly abaya that I thought, to my chagrin, I’d have to wear every time I left my compound or was not in the confines of my workplace. This is in fact the case but, as it turns out, the majority of my time is not spent outside of these places. And, since my driver comes into the compound to pick me up, I don’t even need to wear my abaya on my way to the car. This is great! Except, it makes remembering to wear my abaya a surprisingly difficult task when I actually am heading out into the public realm. Every time that I’ve gotten ready to go on a shopping outing or to a restaurant I have actively stood in front of my closet and contemplated what I will wear for a good five minutes before realizing that it doesn’t matter what I wear. I could, in fact, wear my bra and underwear under my abaya and nobody would know. From what I’ve heard, many women actually do this, especially during the extremely hot summers here.
|"Have a Namaste" from blendapparel.com|
|The starting point of my soon-to-be-custom-made abaya|