From the desk of our guest blogger Ruhi Sheikh comes a story of Sara and her shopping soirees at Pantaloons. The festive season’s almost here and the house parties need to be spiced up with an anarkali or two.
“I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, despite shopping being a sport I’m qualified to be an Olympian at, there’s still nothing quite like going shopping with a bonafide fashion chameleon. “I’d like to believe I’m open-minded enough never to rule anything out before trying it!” quips Sara, as she pulls out a rather festive ‘piece de resistance’ kurti from the racks of Pantaloons.
The way I imagine it, with every nationality comes a select set of unalienable rights—or more specifically, distinctive sartorial rights. Let’s face it – we can usually deduce that being Indian guarantees you a bouncy head of gorgeous dark hair, a caramel skin tone and an ability to rock a mash-up of mad patterns and colours like the saree and the anarkali to a sizzle. Which means that having to attend a Diwali get-together/poker party admist celebrations and crackers, you can dial up the fireworks in your attire too!
Wasting approximately zero time, Sara got down to touring me through the Pantaloons store—navigating a collection of brightly-hued fusion anarkalis from Akkriti, some elegantly embroidered ones in Trishaa, to some mix and match contemporary styles of Rang Manch(that, btw, perfectly coordinates with the baroque detailing throughout her abode).
Being the well-travelled gypsy girl that she is, Sara talks to me (through the dressing room door) of little trivia about the Mughal art on graphic printed Rang Manch kurta she’s trying on. She has her eye on another beautiful bandhgala anarkali and she tells me of the chikankari artisans she once spent an afternoon with in Lucknow. Is there anywhere this girl hasn’t been?
We blabber on as my straying eyes land on a something pink and intriguing on the other side of the store. Despite swearing up and down on my affinity for the classics, I have to argue my closet favours updated, more contemporary takes on our traditional notion of ethnic dressing. Case in point? This abstract, beautifully-boho printed maxi gown from Akkriti that I found lurking in corner. This has to be mine right away! (Maybe I’ll gate crash Sara’s Diwali get-together, teehee)”
No offense to all of the shiny new things we’ve uh, accumulated this past sale season, when it comes to festive ward-robing, we’re willing to wager there’s no piece quite as personal or joyous as the ones we lovingly pick out for that festive time of the year. And yes, because we know you’re wondering, we had a difficult time walking out of Pantaloons empty-handed.”