There are some traditions that run in families. I have always seen my Mom wear her Wedding Day Saree every year, year after year, for her #Karwachauth Pooja. Infact I remember how excited I would be to see Mumma wear it. Bright red with all that gota and all those sitaras, and while she would be out offering pooja to the moon and my dad, the sitaras would sparkle so so so so much that it looked like a thousand fireflies (like my six year old likes to say these days). She looked beautiful and more beautiful with each passing year. Been a long long while since I have been home on Karwachauth and see her in her Red Wedding Saree but I remember you very very clearly mom.
I did so too for my Karwachauth Pooja, a couple of years later I stopped fitting into mine beyond alterations. But looks like it was kinda in the genes, so unintentionally though, but for my #Ashtami Poojan last year and this year too on 27th March 2015, I happened to have pulled out this one. My favourite colour again, another one from dear Mom. It’s something I have not been able to guess, what it is, a bit of Chanderi, a bit of cotton, whatever it is, it’s a great wear. One can NEVER go wrong with a Saree.
Seen here with my very own Kanjak and with my tiniest Kanjak this year. Just look at the two of them.