I feel like I sometimes have no time to enjoy the smaller joys in life – stopping by the roadside stall to eat panipuri, getting a mani pedi or a massage in an aromatic spa or just window shopping..
So this weekend, I did just that, enjoyed one simple thing that brought so much joy, it made my heart dance..a spectacular Rumba maybe..
I spent some time in a fabric store, I know wierd as it may sound a fabric store does give me intense pleasure. I turn into a kid in a candy store or better yet into junkie, high on an intense drug cocktail. I loose myself in the colours, textures, prints and designs, my mind starts running at a 100 miles per second. One second I am turning the Jaipur block print into a sheath dress, the next I am turning the brocade into a pant suit.
I do thing I enjoy being in a fabric store more that I enjoy being in a ready to wear garment store. There is something about these fabrics that feeds my soul, pride and my creativity. I sometimes look at fabrics and feel the same intense love and longing that you would for a lover. I create a vision of what I want to create with it, just like we create a vision of our life with a lover. I feel immense joy and pride when that vision finally turns into reality and I put it on.
Though I must say – its not always a pretty picture, often explaining my vision to my tailor is not an easy job. He is so used to making salwaar kurtas, that often my vision of a pencil skirt turns into half an anarkali and my jackets end up looking like a sari blouse gone wrong..
On such occasions, I swear to myself “never again will I ever try this again..only Zara and Mango from now on, whats the need to try stunts?”, and there I am again, 1 week later..standing at my tailors door..fabric and drawings in hand..