Black and white. Duality. Ying and yang. Opposites. How well that describes the weekend we just experienced! Oh the drama!!! Totally amazing how much of that can be crammed into just a short couple of days. There ought to be a law prohibiting the amount of drama a young lady should be subjected to per weekend or something. Would possibly have saved me a lot! On the other hand, I feel quite like if I’ve survived the past few days with all its rampaging high emotions, I can survive anything!!!
Saturday was quite stressful, but Sunday was (almost) all bliss though, because we made it to my happy place, the ocean. This might sound cliche, but just the first glimpse of the view of the skyline meeting the sea and all the stresses really seem to just fade away. I cannot even begin to describe how wonderful, how uplifting it is. (Ever watched the movie Knockin’ On Heaven’s Door? Donno, but just got reminded somehow. Beautiful movie, I highly recommend it. Go watch it!)
Today’s post is about what to wear to an Outdooring Ceremony in Ghana. In our culture, we believe that life is a cycle marked by four main transitions – birth, puberty, marriage, death (and then a rebirth…) and each transitional stage is marked by rites of passage/ ceremonies. Every newborn baby is confined indoors for at least a week after birth, after which we ‘outdoor’ him, perform the rites of passage welcoming him/her into the family and into the world. It’s a truly beautiful ceremony and recently we had that done for my nephew. This is what I wore. Normally I would have gone for a traditional garb like kaba and slit (which is what everyone else wore, btw.) but unfortunately I had exams that day as well, so I had to dress for that too. Overall, it worked out okay. Just love this dress; can’t go wrong with it! I slicked on some burgundy lipstick (to match the burgundy vintage purse) and I was good to go.
It’s customary to perform outdooring ceremonies at the break of dawn or early in the morning, and to wear white. Huh! That reminds me. I was rummaging through his closet for practically hours for crisp white clothes for Milan and when my hunt yielded nothing suitable, finally had to settle for borrowed ones from Alex (because in my head, it just HAS TO be white, but we really had to go or we would be late). Then we got to the venue and my older nephew was in brown! Brown! A creamy dark caramel of a brown. Not white. Not remotely passable for white at all even if you peered at him with eyes forcibly squeezed half-shut! I could hardly believe it. I raised narrowed eyes and an accusatory finger at my sis like “hey!”, (with a kung fu shriek and kick) but she only just burst out laughing when she heard my story! Then she giggled it out to my mom and they had some more bwhahahaha bwhahahaha’s! Hmph. Apparently the white dress code rule is not so strict when it comes to little ones… okay, my bad. Hmph.
Hope you are off to a good start this week!
Dress – mrp
Flatforms shoes – Jenny Fairy (Slovakia)
Bag – Vintage, from mom
Belt – Tesco