oooh! Oohooh! My favorite subject!!
Here’s my “Information for Non-Indian Customers”.
I wear saris all the time – well, a lot of the time anyway. Every Friday to work (casual dress day, yannow). To my wedding. To my bachelorette party. Out dancing at clubs. Anywhere. Right now! I love saris! I might be addicted. I have around 25 now, maybe more.
I do some copyediting and writing and etc. work for the Indian fellah that owns this place, and he likes to pay me in clothes if I let him. (The rupee-to-dollar exchange is awful.)
Note that I am a pastywhite, brunette European-type American who has (sob!) never actually been to India. Yet.
It is not that hard to drape them! Really!
For ages I have been meaning to put together a really useful online tutorial on draping and wearing them, but somehow I always have something else that hasta get done first. Now I will be more motivated.
cher3, you got it right, it’s “salwar kameez”, a.k.a. “Pujab suit” or “punjabi suit”. I wear those too. They’re incrediby comfortable. The great thing about saris though is they ALWAYS FIT, even if you gain or lose weight.
I’ve never yet met a South Asian person who didn’t think it was cool that I wear South Asian clothes. Some grandma-aged-looking ladies and even some my-aged-looking guys give me great big happy smiles when they see me. My closest Indian friend says I wrap saris better than she does (mostly because, as an Americanized, academic young woman who married outside her ethnic group and caste, she’s a rebel already and rarely wears them). She always brings me a sari or two from home (Bombay area) when she’s been back from a visit.
I’ve met very very few pastywhite people who think it’s weird. The worst was a guy at the grocery store, about a year ago… well-dressed fellow, middle-aged, comes right up in my face over the asparagus and says, “Are you a Gew-Rew?” (Imagine a fairly thick rural Texan accent.)
“Pardon?”
“Are - you - a Gew-Rew!”
OK; he wants to know if I’m a “guru”. Huh? WTF? Why does he want to know if I’m a guru? Ohhhhh…
“Ah, no, no sir, I’m not.”
“Well what are you then? Some kinda religion thing? Why you dressed like that?”
(gritting teeth) “Just fashion, sir. Not religion.”
“Huh. Well. Whaduhya know.” Walks off.
But – just that one in the two years I’ve been wearing them.
Saris rock! Wear saris! I’d be happy to teach you how, give you good leads on buying them, whatever.