Like the wind.

Eyes like the clear blue sky,

laughter like gushing mountain streams.

A conscience as clear as water,

flying like an eagle in the mountains.

Upright like a new bamboo shoot,

nurturing like rich soil.

Happy like flowers swaying in the breeze,

strong and free like the wind.

 

This post was written in response to – Wind

 

 

 

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Going home.

I know I have to get up and do things. Yet somehow I can’t get myself to get up and do them.

What stops me?

Why does my mind feel so sleepy?

I want to go home. A place in my mind where I am happy and calm and at peace with the world.

But  I can’t seem to get there no matter what I do. To be home and yet not feel at home is a feeling I don’t like. It’s something which I think has tired me.

And yet I know that it is by doing things that I will get home. By thinking, understanding, learning, making, travelling, loving, growing.

I need to get up now and live. It may be a long, hard journey, but I’ll get home. And all the effort will be worth it.

Shared Journeys

I had to take the harbour line local from Andheri to CST, and from there the Duronto back home. A familiar routine that I’m quite fond of. I reached the Andheri station early (a rare thing!). Most of the benches were full but there was a little space next to a lady. I requested her to move a little so that I’d have enough space to perch gingerly and rest my legs for a bit. Instead of being annoyed, she smiled at me. She said there was no need to thank her. Seeing that I looked tired and that it was a super humid summer day, she offered me water. When the train came, we happened to sit opposite each other and talked about various things on the way. As the train pulled into CST, I offered to help carry her luggage. I only had a backpack, while she had two big duffel bags. She thanked me, but smiled and declined. I could see that she enjoyed and took pride in carrying her things herself.

It was already evening. I had to go the Andheri station, catch a train to Khar, pick up my bag from the hotel, catch a train to CST, and then finally board the train home. Considering Bombay traffic, I knew I had to hurry. I joined a few other people waiting near the bus stop, thinking I’d take the bus or an auto, whichever came sooner. Catching an auto proved tougher than I expected. I finally ended up sharing an auto with two sweet ladies and small boy who were also headed to the station. When we reached and I was about to pay my share, they stopped me and said they would pay for it too.

Standing outside Crawford market in the evening, I was trying a find a taxi. But there were too many people and too few taxis. When an empty one finally stopped, there was a man in a hurry who also tried to hail it. So we decided to share the taxi to Churchgate. A fellow Gujarati (wearing a really cool leather jacket), he was a local and welcomed me to Bombay.

Meeting these people, and the simple, warm interactions, made these journeys so much more pleasurable.

This post was written in response to – Shared Journeys

Carefree.

Summer vacations and coolers. And falsa sharbat and cotton frocks. Eating nanima’s yummy pani puri. Playing board games in bed and badminton in the lane. Gulmohar flowers and making brooms with dried twigs from the gulmohar tree!

The theme song from Growing Up Fisher reminds me of my childhood. Of sunlit mornings and feeling light as air.

 

Making sure my mind is my own.

So much input enters my mind. I see things, I hear things, I read things.

A great part of the input is very good. It makes me happy, it teaches me.

A little part of the input isn’t very good.

There are things people say and do which are very clear. And then there are subtexts, things between the lines. A kind of social conditioning. People’s attitudes and things they assume and take as understood.

Most times I think about the input. I analyse it. If applicable, I think whether it’s right or wrong. And thus after sorting, it’s gets stored in my mind.

But of late I’ve realized that some stuff settles in my mind even though it shouldn’t. I know something is wrong, but I’ve heard it so many times, I can’t get it out of my mind. I’ve thought it out, I think it’s wrong, but the wrong idea still lingers in my mind.

And sometimes, I can’t get out of a state of mind I was in. The state of mind was at a particular time and for a particular reason. The reason is no longer applicable at this time. But I can’t get myself out of that state of mind. That state of mind for me is a sense of panic.

These days I often find myself consciously stopping an incorrect train of thought.

I need to train my mind. Put away the noise.

I have to be who I want to be.

Old is New!

 

I’ve been thinking of up-cycling some of my old t-shirts for ages and finally got around to doing it. I had an old No Nasties t-shirt and a plain grey t-shirt from Pantaloons. I couldn’t wear them any longer because of some stains and holes. But I loved both of them and thought they would make a cute clutch. So began my first experiment sewing with knits!

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I interfaced the fabric and then quilted it to add some structure and stability.

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The grey t-shirt made a lovely accent fabric.

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This pretty butterflies fabric is the lining.

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I love how the clutch turned out! The soft t-shirts give it a lovely feel and the interfacing and batting give it good structure. Also, sewing the knits wasn’t really difficult.

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I quilted the back in simple diagonal lines and added a faux leather zipper pull.

Lots of both these t-shirts’ fabrics is left, which I’m saving to try a small patchwork quilt with.

 

How I learnt bag-making!

I love making bags! While I’ve done my graduation in fashion design, the course didn’t really include bag-making. I’ve learnt how to make bags mainly from PDF patterns.

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A mini NCW in progress.

These patterns have taught me pretty much everything I know about bag-making and are a super important part of the construction process. A pattern generally includes the list of recommended materials (fabrics, fusings,  interfacings, hardware) suitable for the particular style of bag, step by step photos/diagrams of the construction process and the pattern pieces.

The patterns I use come with a licence to sew and sell a small quantity of products hand-made from the pattern (no mass production). Since I make all the products myself, in the comfort of my home, this works well for me.

These are some of my favourite pattern designers-

Dog Under My Desk – I love Erin’s patterns for extremely well-written and detailed instructions. The bags have a clean and confident style which I love.

Michelle Patterns – These were the first patterns I ever tried. The designs are sweet and simple and a pleasure to make.

Noodlehead – For lovely, one of a kind styles. I love the 241 Tote pattern and the Go Anywhere Bag pattern.

Emmaline Bags – I LOVE the Necessary Clutch Wallet pattern! When I first saw the pattern, I thought I wouldn’t be able to make it. But it’s such a great pattern, the wallet comes together very easily. I have made around 45 of these now!

Swoon Sewing Patterns – For great designs, lots of styles to choose from and very good instructions.

Blue Calla Patterns – For beautiful, graceful designs. I love the pleats!

Though the post title says ‘learnt’, I still have sooooo much more to learn!