I spent the next few days feeling so uneasy. Even though I had received photos & video footage - I still felt a sense of uneasy butterflies in my stomach every time I thought about it. And finally, the text message I had been waiting for all week buzzed my phone. “Your package will be delivered by the end of the day.” Then, the end of the day came and the doorbell rang.
Running down the stairs like an army wife who awaits her marine’s arrival for the first time in months, I retrieved the package from the mailman. Weeks of my fruit and labor sitting in my arms, I thought, as my newborn idly starred across the room at me… wondering what in God’s grace was happening to her mother that afternoon. With no remorse, I ripped open the box and like a stream from a rose gold waterfall from Utopia, the dress came flowing out.
The fabric quality, the craftsmanship, the needlework, the threading, the overall cut of the dress- it was absolutely immaculate and exceeded every single one of my expectations. I could not wait to wear this gown.
February finally arrived and much like most of our family weddings, the entire weekend turns into a little staycation for us. We drove up to LA and cherished each other’s company for the entirety of the weekend (my favorite part, really). My cousins and I are raised like siblings, so we all got ready together, one did one’s eyeliner, the other helped the other put on their eyelashes, another was scrolling through Instagram trying to find the best hairstyle that would suit another. The vibes were off the walls and I realized then how blessed I am to be surrounded by such wonderful women in my life!
Just a little bit before we leave for the wedding, I come down to the lobby in my dress, and immediately, compliments are being thrown at me… and being someone who doesn’t like to spend too much time in the limelight, I quickly dismissed them and shrugged them off. But, by the time we made it to the wedding venue, they came rolling in non-stop: “Where did you get your dress?” “Why didn’t I see that dress in DTLA?” “OH- that gown was made for you!” and so many other wonderful words of praise were being showered at my direction all night.
On my trip back from the ladies’ room, I was stopped in the hall by an auntie who is basically the Joan Rivers of the Afghan Community. “I just want to say, I have never seen a dress so perfect on anyone before.” I kindly thanked her and walked on over to the wedding hall when the chord struck me… is this something I want to do? Then and there, I was enchanted with the idea.
And that is how Lady Inaya started.