#sareespeak #womenofsareespeak #163 #SS 9/2022 #cotton
Overhauling of house almost done.
D2’s room reset.
D1’s in a state of transition. Awaiting rightful owner to claim items, to rehouse items in her new home.
Master bedroom looks like a master bedroom now. Replaced torn inner lace curtains with new ones. A little long but nothing some needlework skills couldn’t handle.
Guest room converted into a study.
Some general housework and cleaning to be done.
Had hot soup and momos and went through the motions of completing The Grand Budapest Hotel.
Rose this morning to a near impeccable house.
But, where are the sparks?
The morning texts asking for coffee.
The sneaking into my walk in wardrobe to “borrow” a scarf or sweater. Note “borrow” in D1’s dictionary translates to “gone and never to be returned”.
The languid Saturday morning conversations.
The arguments about who needed to vaccum and who had to dust and my insisting that D1 excelled at vaccumming, D2 at dusting.
Going berserk about the state of their rooms.
Glowing with happiness at the transformed state of their rooms.
Anyway,
D1 is a hop skip jump away.
D2 a video call and a long drive or an hour’s flight away.
So, am going to enjoy this coffee in silence and rest assured in the knowledge that
“No daughter and mother ever live apart, no matter what the distance between them”, quote by Christie Walters, British author.
Epilogue.
Attended a birthday lunch today. Draped this soft cotton saree with colourful geometric designs. Googled a green colour chart. Trust Google to come up with Lizard green?
Photo credit. D1. Yes, D1. The newly weds attended the lunch too. Husband had to leave early as he had lectures. They dropped me home, I asked for a quick shoot and D1 happily obliged.
Bavani’s Happy Place 