Picture Perfect Part Two

Since my friends and I firmly believe you are never too old to play dress-up we chose a different minority people group in our area and went for a photo shoot. The Dungan as they are known in Central Asia , or Hui as they are known in East Asia are a Muslim people group with an ethnically Chinese background. We have met several of them over our years here and wanted to show our friends pictures celebrating their culture. The Uyghur pictures we got done a few years ago have been a great hit. Anytime a new guest comes over to our house and there is a lull in the conversation we pull out the Uyghur glamour shots and they are entertained for hours.

The photo place where we went to have our pictures done only had a few traditional outfits to choose from, most of them were wedding attire. Can you imagine a group young single Asia girls, walking into the Sears photo center at a mall in Canada, renting formal white wedding dresses and exciting posing in front of fake backdrops. That’s the cultural equivalent of how cool we really are.

The girls who did our makeup and outfitting had fun making us even more white then normal. They also wanted to jump into a few of our pictures.

The pictures themselves were funny enough, but the printing lab added to the beauty by writing ‘meaningful’ English sayings along the edges of the prints we paid for.

With a cold wind quietly blew from your window, so when you feel the wind in the flowers of the what? Want you in my heart which, frankly the exceedingly fond of her, otherwise, you don not write so quiet love cutesy words provoke envy. You refer to flying in the window operation, but the story about you, the end of that from the clay oven with branches in hong green smoke coming through the clo...
Waiting for the heart: All the world, I miss you
The sky cleared up the rainbow, but you figure back? Window waiting for the heart, the rain wet, and with tears rolling, I started understand that the world in on your thoughts.
Perhaps the previous life, he is your hair side of a chrysanthemum, the present and, if I can, I think you transmigration into the eyes of butterflies later, ther...