So I am going to a wedding next month.
It’s my cousin’s wedding out of town in Kupang. He’s my late aunt’s eldest and will be the first to get marry from her three children.
My mother had asked me to fly there with my other aunt and my uncle.
Followed by that was whirlwind of wedding prep craziness.
You see, for us Indonesians, weddings are huge. Literally! Granted, it will be big for everyone since it’s a lifetime of commitment bla bla bla. Let’s not go there, let’s stay within the wedding ceremony and reception.
My late Aunt and her husband was and still are one of the most respected pastors in Kupang. Her husband, my uncle, is the head of the churches organization for the whole island. With such status it is to be expected that the wedding of their son to be big with invitations as many as 600 invitations. Formally, one invitation is equal for two right? So roughly we’re talking about 1,200 guests here! *Faints and opted for a quicky Vegas chapel wedding*
Ok, you guys still breathing?
When my aunt told me about the size of this wedding I nearly rolled my eyes and willing to bet that there will be more than 1,200 people showing up at the venue.
The Dress Drama
The most common thing to do would be for all women from brides and the grooms families to dress in traditional dresses of Kebaya. I knew this. Yet, when my mother said “Ok, we’re going shopping for the fabrics this Saturday.” I felt suffocated!
Don’t get me wrong, Kebaya is really really pretty looking and I am so darn proud of them. But to get into one? Laces, heavy beads and sequins on the laces, plus a bustier? I.really.am.suffocating way before the tightness of the Kebaya wrap me up.
“Can’t I just modified mine to be a mini dress or something?” I pleaded to my aunt. Hey, at least my legs would be breathing!
“Are you crazy? The wedding is not in Jakarta! It will be in a small town.” She laughed and there goes my hopes of wearing a cute little mini dress of Kebaya.
I was actually thinking of something like this:
Saturday came and my aunt came armed with my two college fresh year teenage cousins. Off we went to the famous market of Tanah Abang to start fabric shopping.
The first shop we stopped by had this really pretty looking lacey Kebaya of black with intricate red tiny glittery things making the pattern very modern and young. It was glamorous and just gorgeous. One of my teenage cousin is the sister of the Groom. Normally she would be expected to wear something formal but one glance at her, I knew she would rather go all out hajaruku style than suffering wearing those pretty girly girl Kebaya.
Sure enough after going from one store to the hundreds more…she just couldn’t find one that she liked. She wanted to wear black!
After a tiring day – my mom and my aunt had successfully bagged God only knows how many fabrics and ready to wear Kebaya sets for the families to wear. I seriously had lost count!
With only 30 minutes before the shops are bounds to be closing down, I went back to the first shop we visited. I just had to give that black & red Kebaya a try. With my black polo shirt still on, the shop attendant strapped the tight bustier and pulled the straps tightly. The results? I looked amazing! – too bad in my excitement and between trying to figure out how to breath normally because boy, were they tight – I didn’t think of reaching into my purse and snap a picture or two. The Kebaya fit me like a second glove. My stomach had never looked so flat!
But then it dawned on me…
There is no way in the world I can go around taking pictures of the wedding wearing this tight bustier under albeit a very pretty Kebaya. I can’t even bent down for Pete’s sake! So, I half heartedly take them off.
My aunt had asked me to help out documenting the wedding using my camera so yeah, I think I’d go with something more comfortable instead.
Oh and against all odds, my little cousin had persuaded her aunts to let her got away with a black dress and after seeing her tormented face during the entire shopping day I sure can’t blamed her.
In the meantime…I’m still pretty much dress-less or Kebaya-less. Maybe I’ll just grab something simple on the last minutes.