Clothes

Last weekend I went along for shopping trip to Klang*. It was an engagement prep shopping, and as the engagee's picked through gorgeous embroidered sarees and bangles and kurtas, I was drawn to the beautiful little mini clothes in the children section.

If you're thinking 'Oh, no' .. well, oh, yes.

My handsome son, wearing a Kurta.


Another shot of handsome Togo.

My pretty daughter in a mid-rift baring Paavadai.

Tagar couldn't fit in the other sleeve.
I thought her smaller than she really is.

Buying the pretty outfits were a riot. Anyone who've been to Klang for shopping can vouch for how scary it is to have the sales people bearing down on you**. It is even scarier when you don't look like them and don't speak Tamil well. Fortunately I had Ms. Engagee as a partner as we went to look for really cheap clothes for the tyrants. (Me thinks those RM100+ shiny creations should be left for hoomans kids to wear, no?)

So we crept into the least intimidating looking shop with the least pushy sales person and headed upstairs where the children section was. A sales guy followed us up and switched on the lights and aircon for us. Gulp. I want to buy your cheapest items, don't get your hopes up high!

We headed directly to the bargain bin, filled with out-of-season, damaged or faded suits. The conversation went something like this:

Guy: What are you looking for?
Engagee : Umm.. we just looking this rack.
Guy : How old is the girl? (we were looking at girl clothes)
Me : uhhh... one?
Engagee : Ermm.. [giggle] small?
Guy : Come, look at the back aisle, there are pretty suits there.
Engagee : Uhh, never mind. We want this ones.
Me : [giggle]
Guy : For whom? Her daughter? (points to me)
Engagee : Uhh... yes. [giggle]

And so it went. The guy couldn't get it how we averagely dressed girls could want to buy such bad frayed, faded clothes for our kids. When we went to get look for a shirt with an opening big enough for Togo's head, we got into another lively conversation about the age of the child and the size of the shirt. Had he known we were buying for a dog (gasp) he might be just insulted enough*** to throw us out by our ears.

Hahaha. After a lot of giggles and a very preplexed and annoyed sales person - he made a small sale, what a waste of time - we at least did manage to get my 'kids' something.

For non-malaysians
* Klang is an predominantly Indian shopping are, full of colour and amazingly gorgeous clothings.
** Its a bargain-type of shopping, with pushy sales people contantly in your face trying to make a sale. Not for the faint-hearted.
*** Umm, well. Some types of people are insult-sensitive. Like people who crash their daughter's wedding with parang because they don't agree to it.