I was asked today if I was scared about the move. No, I’m not actually. But, I’m worrying about the small things, like what I am going to wear to work. If I wear the national dress, the kira, as I’ve been advised, I will be challenged on multiple fronts. One, I will have to take more than my usual five minutes to dress (ten minutes on an ironing day, twenty for a date.) Two, I might have to wear bright colors. Three, I might have to wear all of those colors at once. Four, I might have to wear multiple patterns all at once. Five, how will I stay out of the mud? Six, running? It doesn’t look possible. Seven, wait, is this a dress? And finally, eight, seriously, putting the kira on looks way beyond my coordination capacities. Check out these photos (click next to see the assembly sequence.) Somehow, I don’t think the government is going to send over a dressing aide each day. I’ll have to take dressing lessons.
So, I’ve those challenges to weigh against the strict Drukair suitcase weight limit. Do I waste my precious kilos on work clothes because I am worrying about my aesthetic limitations? Or, save some of those kilos for my camera, chocolate, hiking boots . . . and express my inner color-pattern maven? And I do like the idea of having a blouse covered in dragons.
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