I have to tell you this that with me things are never straight. It just doesn’t cut it, not even an A line skirt.
And well…haven’t you heard that we will never survive unless we get a little crazy.
So my friend Saylee and I decided to go visit The Kala Ghoda Festival currently on here in Mumbai and I was very pleasantly surprised to see that there were several stores selling Happily Unmarried stuff. I have seen a lot of H.U stuff over the years at several stores, espeically the quaint Bandra ones, but I have to say their phase 2 is definitely on, the stuff they have come out with recently is insane.
I love that their stuff is quirky Indian without being all tourist souvenir and Indophile types. and most importantly its bloody affordable. It makes me want to become a product designer.
If I was the fangirl type [just saying you know] there would be Happily Unmarried paraphernalia all around the house, but if you’ll have read the previous posts-the mother situation should be clear to ya’ll.
Enjoy the goodies though-no charge for seeing.
SQUAT-TOILET ASHTRAY. Mini heart attack. Even if one doesn’t smoke-this is definitely worth a drag.
—If I get the glasses, it’s only fair that you get the drinks.
—- THIS, I am going to buy-definitely.
—Something for your in-laws?
—jab seedhi ungli se wine na nikle? You know what I mean.
You can keep up with their stocks on their Facebook page.
Any self respecting shoe-lover will tell you.
1-This season we must all own at least ONE pair of Brogues.
2-Its bad manners to stand on your mother’s very expensively upholstered chairs for a photo.
3-Brogues look better while jeans are STILL on.
4-If you don’t have permanent shoe bite marks, you have not fought your battles.
Mom cleaned out her cupboard the other day-look what I ended up with
Among other Pearl-y things a pink lipstick [which of course is NOT vintage this time-but you never know with my mom since she’s a hoarder]-a baby pic of mine doing the monkey face in a net and tulle frock.
These won’t be sour. A sweet little bunch to use as brooches, I thought of silk-only because they are vintage I guess.
Artificial Basra Pearls woven with delicate Meenakari work in a necklace from Jaipur-she NEVER wore this
An American diamond necklace from America that was originally gifted to me that I hated ON SIGHT -but she ALWAYS the smarter one saved this till I grew up and could come to appreciate its delicate-can-be-worn-with-multiple-chains beauty, next to it : the earrings from the Jaipur set.
Well I guess that clears from where I get my Pearl obsession.
What truly inspires, I suppose, the connoisseurs of vintage is not its value due to its age or the old world charm, but that it comes with a back story. A sheer blouse, with the slightest hint of a stain in the corner or a peculiar smell, the slight rusty-greasy feel of an old ring, they all stand to give the testimony of a time when someone else owned it and either experienced the same thing in it as you or the complete opposite.
Maybe it was a lucky shirt gone bad, maybe it was a gift from an ex lover hence the giving away.
I always wonder this, even about 2nd hand books with dedication pages. What drove them to give it away. Personal message and all.
Or maybe I’m just a romantic.