Market Day

Yesterday was a market day. We went to downtown Bombay, similar to the fabric district in downtown Los Angeles, and purchased all the supplies we need to start creating new products for the girls. Stephanie will be continuing on with jewelry, creating new designs, and I'll be working with the girls on greeting and Christmas cards.

So we're downtown shopping and walking for miles. We come across this one stall where I see a template that was perfect which we could use. I start to step into the shop and this man starts shaking his head and waves us out. He refused to sell to us. It was so bizarre. We were right next to a mosque though and I assume it had something to do with the fact that we are American women. funny...

While we were there, the mosque had it's call to prayer over the loud speaker. Listening to the beautiful singing we wondered why our neighborhood mosque has such a bad singer. Steph says he sounds like the pelican on the Little Mermaid. He only sings for 2 minutes, 5 times a day....and yes in the middle of the night. ;)

Toward late afternoon, Steph & I are both getting tired and worn out. We decide to take a break to eat, but we stumble upon this man selling fabric and trimmings on the street. We finally nickle and dime him down to a fair price with broken English, we're trying to figure out how many meters we need. We're both looking at each other like "?????" It was just quite comical. I'm squatting down, wiping the sweat out of my face, hunched over the piles of ribbon trying to decide what colors, how much we need, and if this is something we could actually use. The man is getting impatient wanting to close the sale, while Stephanie is making faces at him apologetically for my indecisiveness. Meanwhile all of Bombay continues with the traffic and the honking, as we're inches from the cars driving by.