Abaya not burqa

The beginning of July marked eight years that we have been living in Oklahoma. I spent 24 years of my married life trying to stay OUT of Oklahoma. When I was a new bride and we first visited here, it must have been a summer similar to this one. What I remembered about Oklahoma was that it was the hottest, brownest place I had ever visited. And we had lived in Saudi Arabia!

Eight years is the longest time we have lived someplace since we’ve been married. I always say that my husband, David, has wheels on his feet. He had been working for the past several years as a trainer in the telecommunications industry going here and there for a week or two at a time. I went to the cool places with him like Fiji and Malaysia but I left him the not so cool places like Nigeria and Pakistan.

I always knew that somewhere down the road, he would decide it was time for us to move again, someplace far, far away – together.

In May, he opened an office in Riyadh, Saudi Arabia. I’ve spent the intervening time packing up our current house and getting ready to go when they finally have the paperwork in order and we can leave.

Something that my daughter-in-law, Nikki (who is also going), and I did a few weeks ago was to pick our abayas.

An abaya is a long, usually black, loose over-garment. It’s essentially a robe-like dress worn by women in some Muslim countries. We were told we must have one to wear in Riyadh. A simple search of Google gave us options. I was happy that I was able to order extra-length.

Coming from the pageant world, the most horrible sin to perpetrate on the pageant stage is to wear a gown that is not long enough. At 5’11” in flat shoes, I was so afraid of having an abaya that was too short.

The DHL lady delivered my custom abaya the other day. I opened it up and tried to figure out how to get into it. Since I will be wearing this over my clothes, I assumed that the three snaps at the top would let me get into the abaya like a coat. Wrong. I’m not completely sure why they are there since they do nothing but unsnap.

Finally, I realized I needed to put it on over my head which I did.

And I felt like a priest.

The abaya is not too heavy and it fits well. It’s actually a little bit too long for flat shoes, which is a nice problem to have, and I will have it hemmed before I leave or I will undoubtedly trip and kill myself before I reach my new home in Riyadh.

My abaya is trimmed in teal satin, a color that I love and think I look good in. I went ahead and ordered the matching hijab (scarf).

I’m not sure how to wear it or why I would although if I’m having a bad hair day, it might be kind of nice to have the scarf to throw on top and be done with it. ;-)

I plan to have another abaya made when we get to Riyadh and I can actually go someplace and tell them what I want. (Read: something with a little bling.) But for now, I think this abaya will be fine and serviceable enough to get me to the next one.

Now if we could just learn what day we will finally leave for Riyadh!

Lauri Rottmayer

Who we wish many great adventures too as she moves out of the Sooner State and
will be RHOKin that beautiful abaya like the RHOK Star she is of course!!!

Lauri Rottmayer is a speaker, writer and social media queen. Married to her best friend for 32 years, they have three amazing men children and a cute boy dog, Rabi.

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