Silk silk silk it is. My love for silks never fades. It brings out the real me .The origins of silk date back to Ancient China.<\/p>\n
I remember when I was on my school my uncle use to get us this material it wld have lovely shine and wld feel soo soft. He would say it’s China silk. I guess since then my love for silk.
\nI use silk as a metaphor for women. It is
\nThee strongest natural fiber available. So just like women who are byfaa strongest.<\/p>\n
Jagu didi house there was a get togather and she kept a theme rather strange. The invite said silk…please wear silk. Then how can I hold bac my horses ??. Made a dash to the cupboard and picked up the most soothing garment of course it had to be saree..<\/p>\n
Thanks to the pact even on a vist to my friends house for janmashtami I decided to drape myself in this lovely silk saree.<\/p>\n
With time and patience the mulberry leaf becomes a silk saree?????.<\/p>\n
Wore kanjivaram silk and ofcourse beige my favourite. And another saree is also a blue banarasi saree.#29\/10 & @30\/100<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Silk silk silk it is. My love for silks never fades. It brings out the real me .The origins of silk date back to Ancient China. I remember when I was on my school my uncle use to get us this material it wld have lovely shine and wld feel soo soft. He would say…<\/p>\n