Baby's First Sandstorm

The world outside looks like it's been immersed in a giant tan-colored cloud, or like my life has been gently sepia-stained.

The Emiratization of an Eva

For some reason, the girls in my office have latched on to the idea that I would look great in local dress. Maybe they're tired of looking at my un-ironed button-down shirts... maybe they just thought my face would be improved by an inch of make-up... maybe they were hoping it would make me speak more Arabic so they could laugh at my accent (apparently I sound like giddy little "baby")...

In any case they convinced me be hijab for a little photo shoot the other day. I was hoping it would come with a free Cavalli handbag, but no such luck!