Incognito ... Sort of.

I got my dress !!! I've been waiting impatiently for the whole week.

Here's the fabric I picked out (I had a pagne's worth left over):

And because Jakana gave me a hard time for not including any pictures of myself (and it's easier to see the dress on a person), here's the dress (and me)! Also, that's the gate to my courtyard behind me.

Got lots of compliments on my stylistic choices, and everyone seems quite pleased that my most desired souvenir was a legit outfit. The only thing I'm not wearing is the hemmed hunk of cloth the tailor gave me to be used as a head wrap (or shawl I suppose). I don't know how to do it, so I'm waiting for someone to teach me. My neighbor said his sister will show me. 

All of the people working at the tailor's shop seemed very pleased with the outcome when I tried it on (and probably also pleased that I was grinning like a kid on Christmas morning). After he adjusted the skirt a little (because I'm short, womp womp), he seemed surprised that I was going to wear the top home. What I didn't explain is that getting into the fitted top was a production (there's no GIVE), and I knew that getting out of it was going to be panic-attack-inducing. So I was waiting for the comfort of my air conditioned bedroom to escape.

And I probably would have wanted to wear it home anyway. Because it's awesome, duh.