Our Diary
A daughter’s memory of her father’s slow-cooked kheer
Rain clouds have emptied themselves, returning the sky to a washed, bright blue hue. Dragonflies fill the air and the unmissable saffron of genda (marigold) flowers sitting in wicker baskets on roadside stalls beckon the most-awaited festival of autumn - Diwali.
As the moon wanes into amavasya in the night sky preparing for the luminous festival, the memory of my childhood Diwalis come to mind. As a little girl, after I’d bathed and dressed for the festivity, the first scene in the morning that welcomed me every year when I entered the kitchen was my father in his crisp, white kurta pyjama squatting in front of an old kerosene stove.
The magic of handloom
Taking you through some of the behind the scenes of our The Earth Laughs in Flowers collection.
4 years in a row now that we’ve been working with the weavers of Maheshwar in Madhya Pradesh, India to hand weave fabrics and sarees for our annual festive edit filled with beautiful, comfortable and timeless ethnic outfits for babies, children and women.
Finally this year, after 2 years of pandemic, we got to visit the artisans and spend time with them in February.
YES! That's how early our collection preparations start. In fact it’s been almost 11 months since we started working on this ethnic wear collection.
Here’s sharing some memories from the trip that make me value handloom textiles in an absolutely new light.
Handwoven with and in love - All about my wedding outfits!
The wedding landscape is changing big time. Everyone is making it their own in their own little ways. And clothes form a big part of that identity, Whether you choose a pant suit, a cotton saree or a full blown designer lehenga, each choice is a story that you carry. Choose responsibly. Because our love stories have the power to impact the world and our wedding outfits are part of that impact in the way we hold space, in the way we support the world at large, in the way we break generational patterns, in the way we choose to look back at our wedding day.
My story of love
[Photo - Nirmala Patil] He was coming home for the first time, to meet my parents. It was a windy June morning and I remember being drawn to the play...
