RIP: The Iron
It’s 1:30 am and everyone else is asleep. Whackos. They went to bed early on me. Hmmph! The night is young, I say! So here I am downstairs, on the computer, blogging in the dark. Hooray!
I was going to blog about Urdu expressions, specifically, one that I hear most often- Aap kiss matkay may say nikal kay aie ho? Literally meaning, What clay pot did you just crawl out of?
The proper time to use this expression on me seems to be the afternoon, when I have just changed out of my work clothes (jilbab) back into my house clothes (shalwar qameez.). As I walk down the stairs in the aforementioned house clothes, it is one’s duty to look up at the wrinkled qameez and the shalwar so creased that it hangs at the calves, and then say, “Aap kiss matkay may say nikal kay aie ho?” the implication being that until recently my clothes had been balled up inside a clay pot, and I inside of them.
Alright, so I don’t always iron my house clothes. I do sometimes, but to be honest, I boycott the iron from approximately June until September, when the weather is so hot that I don’t have to iron my clothes, they just wilt naturally in the 110+ degree heat. The weather right now is nice though, so how come I’m still being asked about clay pots? Well, the iron’s dead.
Deceased. It’s gone to meet its maker. (Black & Decker)
It hasn’t worked in nearly two weeks, and consequently my professional wardrobe has been reduced to only those things that are wrinkle-resistant. Or at least less wrinkly than other things. That leaves me with the black jilb, the red jilb, and the pinstrip jilb. I’m fortunate that some students only have class with me once a week, so with them I have two more jilbs and thus two more weeks before I have to fix the iron or begin the black-red-stripes cycle all over again. With other students I’m not so lucky. Some I have three times a week, and I’m running out of imaginative ways to bring variety to my wardrobe.
Monday: Red jilb with paisley shawl.
Wednesday: Black jilb with silver pin.
Friday: Striped jilb with sandals.
Monday: Black jilb with paisley shawl
Wednesday: Red jilb with sandals
Friday: Striped jilb with silver pin.
It’s only been two weeks, but if this keeps up any longer I’m going to get desperate.
Monday: Red jilb with paisley shawl turban.
Wednesday: Striped jilb with necklace of sandals.
Friday: Black jilb with a delicate spray of toothpaste-fleck-flowers.
Monday: Striped jilb with paper-clip necklace.
Wednesday: Red jilb with paisley shawl toga.
Friday: Black jilb with barrel on suspenders.
Monday: Buy new iron. Wear its box to work with black jilb.