Some lessons are learnt the hard way, as I realized yet again yesterday.
Being the elder of the two daughters, I learnt the importance of responsibility at a young age. When I was a school going kid, 8-9 years of age, I was the one assigned the task of getting my little sister from her crèche, and taking care of her in the after-school-hours, till my parents got home from work. Though it was a matter of a couple of hours, as one will agree, it was no mean task.
That example might give one an idea of the clout I enjoyed in the homestead. Even as we sisters grew up, I was the one considered to be the silent, mature type, and also, more responsible of the two. She being the youngest was the baby of the family, she still is! 🙂 As a consequence, my opinions mattered, my suggestions in household-matters heeded-to and my choice always respected. I was, never once, told that my choice was bad or not up to the mark.
Since this post is about my choice in clothes and colours, let me be specific – anything I bought – for self or others, was appreciated, whole-heartedly. Not being particularly fair-skinned, my choice for self always veered towards the subtle, softer shades, which I thought were elegant and toned down. I did not prefer gaudy, in-your-face kind of stuff. Funnily, now that I think back, all of us – my parents and sister seemed to be of the same opinion.
And funnily again, everyone in my married household think otherwise! Two years into the marriage I have been told several times by many people that my choice is “dull” and “not inspiring”. This has now happened so many times – people not liking what I choose – that the confident, self-assured me when it comes to choosing designs and colours, is besotted with doubts every time I have to buy stuff!
Now, after much deliberation, I have decided that I will henceforth not buy / purchase clothes for people, without them being present in person on the occasion. It is simply too much of a hassle to first buy, then face the disappointment of it not being liked and finally go back for an exchange.
A gift, I realize, is loved best when it is a surprise and is loved at first-sight. The gift, otherwise, only turns into an unpleasant surprise.