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...