Abstract Art

I found this dress a few months ago at a local thrift store.  

There it was.  

A single sleeve with bright colors.  

I had to have it.  

But then off went my little baby into the closet.

And there it sat.

For 6 months.

It's not that I forgot about my sweet little dress, it's just that I needed to alter it just a little bit.

So I took in the sleeves..and the bust..and added a belt.

 So when we were invited to a henna for the following night, I wasn't sure what to wear.  

My sweet little abstract dress whispered to me.

And so I wore it.

And then I asked Alaa to take pictures of me.  

And then he rolled his eyes, looked at his watch, and said "The party started 30 minutes ago"

To which I replied, "Habibi...Arabs are always late."

So we went outside to take pictures, and found our awkward neighbors sitting on the steps/ in a parked car/ and chasing each other around with water guns.  I'm sure they thought we were loco and that I was conceited having my husband take pictures of me.   But they just don't get the hidden world of blogging.

And then while waiting to meet up with my mom + sisters we took more pictures. 

To which my husband rolled his eyes again and laughed at me.

Then we headed off to the party.

And we were right on time...