Here’s to the woman who introduced me to the saree pact. Kusum Rohra! I had bought this saree from her store, Timri during their anniversary sale. The saree is an organic cotton and has a manuscript-like print. She wraps you like molten cheese.
I had resisted the temptation of draping her for so long. Because I waited for a special occasion. I welcomed the Nababarsho with her. When I had brought her home, I wanted to use her as a formal attire. Office, meetings etc. But I changed my mind. I visited College street today with my mom and bro. I took a selfie with Ma too. smile emoticon
The frills: I teamed the saree with accessories I made last night. The dokra pendant was bought from Poush Mela, Shantiniketan. They sold it for a palty sum because it had defects (see a hole at one of the sides). I believe one “doesn’t have to be perfect to be beautiful”…so it was mine. The beads were from Ma’s trip to Kalimpong. They joined hands. A wooden curtain holder was draped in left over fabric and the bangle was ready.
After flaunting my pseudo rapunzel tresses during the day (in the heat), I tied them in a bun. The jura pin is a broken piece from a terracotta mural. smile emoticon I wanted to put Krishnachura flowers in the bun. Then I remembered a friend’s words. Flowers shouldn’t be plucked. Hence the “matir phool”.
Shubho Nababarsho everyone.