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The Tea Dress

I decided from the onset I would not want to don the traditional kua. Cheongsam was a consideration until I thought, why not go for the Peranakan kebaya as the Man was half Peranakan? After seeking our parents' views and got positive feedback, we went ahead to search for one. 

Our first stop was the shops along our own East Coast Road and Katong Shopping Center. Popped into a couple of them but didn't take fancy to any of them for some reason or another. The kebayas were in the range of $80-$350 for OTR.  Since the wedding was still a while away, we planned a trip to Penang with the intention to check out a few kebaya stores. The selection there was much better, with the option of MTM as well. Finally, while I normally wouldn't go for anything yellow for my clothing, I selected a yellow cloth with little flowers for a MTM kebaya. I am lucky this particular shade works pretty well against my skin tone. After selection, measurements were taken.  The following day, I went in for a fitting and alterations were made on the spot.  It cost us RM 700 and the sarong was thrown in for "free" and selected by the Peranakan shopowner. We didn't agree with her choice initially but she insisted it was perfect.  On hindsight, it truly was. Ah, lesson learnt never to question a Nonya on her fashion sense.

All in all, the kebaya choice was good, as we preferred to use the Man's car as our wedding car and I could get in and out of his little car easily.  

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