Abaya fashion

The world of abaya fashion: another reason I kind of miss my abaya.

Though really, the fact that I can miss it is a luxury.

Not your mama

You know I'm avoiding work when I update my blog in the morning. Hmmmm.

I'm on an abaya streak. This happens a lot . . .

I've got a lot to do today, but so reluctant to start . . . blurgh.

Abayadvantage

More Saudi-related comics.

When I moved to Riyadh at the age of 13, I was horrified at the idea of wearing abayas and covering my head. I'd just discovered boys and spaghetti-strap tank tops (god, so 90s) and I was resentful of the oppressive Saudi laws that took my freedom away. But then, like all things, I got used to it. And once I got past the oppressiveness of the abaya, I started to notice its advantages.

I, for one, was a big fan of wearing my abaya over my pajamas, going to the mall, and walking into fancy shmancy stores for kicks.

Sometimes I miss wearing my abaya . . .

Inspired by a comic from the awesome Pigs in Maputo blog.

(Saudi friends: let me know if you remember any other funny Saudi stories that I've forgotten.)