I wish I had a time machine

The wedding preparations are still going on, but we are kinda relieved since all the clothes and shoes have been packed. Right now, it’s the henna application time, my favourite. I’ve always loved having henna applied to my hands, ever since I was a little girl. And here in my house, we’ve been very lucky since my aunt is a professional at doing this job. When we were kids, my cousins and I, she would usually use us as lab rats to test her new henna she made or designs and we would simply love it.

What is even more wonderful is to wake up in the morning to see that it’s gone all dark red or near black.. The first thing I would usually do is rush to my mother’s room to show her how dark the henna on my hand is. Sometimes we would even compare our hands to see which is darker. There is this saying that the darker the colour comes, the more your husband loves you, which is why there were times I’d tell her that Dad loves us very much (I did want to marry my dad when I was little). I still do tell her that and she always smiles when I do.

If there’s another thing I love, it’s how everyone pampers me; you can’t usually use your hands if the henna hasn’t dried up yet and that’s when you can take advantage of everyone. *smirks* During these times, my father is at my beck and call, ready to do anything I ask of him, now isn’t that heaven?

Well, I was in heaven yesterday. My aunts took more than two hours to complete everything and it was worth every second spent waiting. It was very cold though, and the cold lizard that I am was even colder. It didn’t help that I wasn’t able to wear a pullover or something, so I just had my dad to put a small blanket over me, which didn’t do anything really.

Hurry up, it’s cold

Is it over yet?

I wanted my hands to go really dark, which is why I’ve tried to keep them warm all the time. Yesterday, when the henna dried up, I converted my father’s new socks into gloves (he doesn’t have to know they were his new socks) and have been wearing them since then. I’ve, of course, switched to plastic gloves when handling water since I do no want them to get wet and my precious woolen gloves when I was out. Everybody was looking at me, thinking that I must have been really cold but then, they didn’t know the truth behind the gloves…

My efforts have really paid, okay maybe my father’s, since he was the one who applied lime juice and balm to my hands which have turned real dark and would be even darker tomorrow. It would be perfect. For now, it’s my mother’s turn to be pampered…

Will it turn darker?

Tags: henna, love, wedding