#sareespeak #womenofsareespeak
#SS 10/2021
#80
#silk #kanjivaram #kanjivaramsilk
A light, rambling post.
Generally dislike all aspects of house cleaning except for the finished product, an immaculate, spotless house.
A general note though.
Hasn’t happened.
Probably not going to happen due to Long Weekend.
Everyone has plans.
Husband at work.
Girls out with various groups of friends after a hectic week of rehearsals and online concerts.
Yours truly too, had and has no intention of being home alone.
Am socialising.
Anyway, there is one chore I find quite rejuvenating. Well, then it’s not a chore, is it?
I seem to like hanging newly washed clothes out to dry. (Hope D1 D2 don’t read this..)
Stepping out into my mini Zen back garden, as named by dear Shubha Nafrey, I feel at peace.
Cloudless bright blue skies.
Sound of the water feature.
Rustle of the palm leaves.
Contrast of the yellow green leaves against the blue, azure blue?, sky.
And the pink flowers of the creepers against the brown wooden fence.
Senses heightened.
Love stretching clothes, pinning them just right. The citrus scent of the washing powder wafts out as the sun and wind collaborate to dry them.
Make mental calculations as to what would fit on line and what would have to go on metal dryer.
Socks and other unmentionables on circular hanging clothes dryer.
Done.
Step back, take in my work of art.
Life IS good.
Times like these help alleviate the not so easy times, help answer some unanswerable questions, help calm the restless mind and wildly fluttering heart.
A few days ago, draped a yellow kanjivaram, gifted by husband 25+ years ago, when in Chennai. The golden body has mustardy thin stripes, and gold, mustard, yellow borders and pallu. Used to wear saree with its own blouse. Now, adventurous me has mis-mismatched it (two minuses make a plus, simple math), with a brown cotton blouse with orange lined checks, orange gold borders on sleeves.
For a temple visit. Met some beautiful souls there, partook of Bhajan and Bhojan.
Bavani’s Happy Place 