Monsoon

It was just starting to rain when we took these photos in the Reading Garden. The downpour strengthened to a monsoon by the time Colette and I left the library to head to City Cellars’ Tuesday wine tasting. As we walked, we joked about being part of a wet sari scene in a Bollywood film. (My skirt is Thai, not Indian, but the pattern is similar to one you might see on a sari.)


Jacket, Forever 21. Shirt, Old Navy. Skirt, Thailand. Bag, knockoff D&G (thrifted). Tassel pendant, Epcot Morocco. Arrowhead pendants, thrifted. Bracelets, Deb, Claire's, and Target. Shoes, NY & Co.

When we left City Cellars, the storm had intensified. Despite large umbrellas, we were quickly soaked from the thigh down. (Wading through ankle deep water along the curb didn’t help.) We developed Medusa hair. Worst of all, the paper bag holding my wine purchase lost integrity and a bottle of pinot noir smashed to the sidewalk. I was a sad sight, grieving over my fast-diluting wine in a wet, clinging skirt and frizzy hair in the driving rain.

The women in the wet sari scenes always seem to be delighted by the experience, but they are totally faking it.





Photos by Colette Thomas