I went to the souk yesterday (yes, in the rain. Really fun). A friend had some clothes made at the tailor and she went for a fitting. (I took the photo so I can hopefully find it again someday. The back alleys of the souk are kind of a maze). 

After she finished at the tailor we went fabric shopping (a few blocks over are all the fabric shops) so she could have another dress and a few tunics made. I didn’t buy anything because I’m not good at committing to purchases and creative ideas. 

To have a dress made for me takes a perfect storm of events. First I have to decide if I even want a dress. Maybe a skirt or a top would be better. How much is the tailor going to cost? Is he going to overcharge me because I’m white? Is the cost of the fabric + tailoring going to be more than it would cost to buy something similar from Old Navy? Then at the fabric store: Way too many fabrics to choose from. Do I want blue or red, maybe a print? Do I even like any of these enough to see myself wearing them? Is the perfect fabric waiting for me in another fabric shop? Should I keep looking? I like this one, but do I like it enough? Eh, maybe I don’t like it at all. Then at the tailor: I have this fabric and I have no idea what to make with it. Someone please decide for me and put me out of my misery. 

To say I overthink things is a grand understatement. I have 2 dresses that I had made in Oman, but only because Josh and my mom made all the decisions. Yes, you are getting a dress made, out of this fabric, and in this style. Done. 

I found this really thick polyester jersey with this picture printed all over it. I think I could rock a skirt made out of that, but it might be a tad bit sweaty.