I’m back. Again. Shamelessly trying to rebound onto the bloggers’ bandwagon. I feel like a tarnished relic right now. Well, what do you expect? The last 1 year, 8 months and 16 days saw me
- Land a fantastic job as a visual merchandiser.
- Get myself engaged to a gem of a man,
- And subsequently get married to. (Dreamy sighs)
- Travel around. (I love travelling and so does he!)
- Relocate to NYC (yea, NYC!!!)
- Figure out the annoyingly confusing subway routes. (I can’t call it the “tube” anymore :(..) (And what used to be /ɹuːt/, is now /ɹaʊt/).
- Travel around. (I got to visit Disneyland And the Niagara within a span of 3 weeks! The two are basically 3 Time-zones away for those who don’t know). A husband who acknowledges that I ain’t a diamonds and champagne kinda girl and instead spoils me with fun and bold experiences is most definitely a keeper! Don’t you agree? Life Is a chunky string of experiences after all.
- Work one cool internship.
- Work another super internship.
- And Finally sit down to write here.
Yes, life has been fine and dandy.
So here’s a neat piece as a toast to a fresh take, a new start to all of life’s wonderful beginnings.
The sari might be older than jeans or denim itself, but like all other things in life, there come crossroads in fashion too. Crossroads where fashionistas meet the fashionably challenged; fashion fumbles meet fashion hits and where East meets West. The turn of the century experienced whole saris of denim which turned out so tacky and with a drape so anomalous that the Indians turned their normally cordial noses, up at them. Lesson learned, the sari remained a sari till a few years ago, when designers mustered enough courage to amuse themselves again. This time, they succeeded. It was all about Layering saris over jeans. Have the best of both worlds doh.
Anyway, the concoction was a rage on the ramps and the nation lapped it up promptly but with no doubt, in good taste.