Women in Caprilicious

Hello folks, how are you faring in these anxiety making times? Life is fraught wherever I look, with all sorts of reports popping up on my internet feed. There was a time when we just pooh poohed the whole idea of a pandemic that could actually kill, but now it has almost become de rigueur that we should all exclude ourselves socially, in case we pick up the virus from someone with mild symptoms and carry it back to people who are vulnerable with other comorbidities.
​ In the midst of all this, I've felt no wish to make anything at all. I usually come back off my holiday in India and wait for a lightbulb moment as I like to make something vastly different from what I was making the year before. I'm still waiting......

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Added to all this, I've had a workshop I was meant to attend in July cancel on me due to Coronavirus anxiety, and I lost a load of money as I'd already booked the hotel, and we have travel plans later on this month and are unsure if that's going to actually happen. All this uncertainty is getting to me and the lightbulb moment is slow in arriving - but it will happen, I'm sure of that, so watch this space! In the meantime, I have some pictures of people wearing Caprilicious. When in India, I liberally borrowed from my collection to wear to various events and therefore there are some pictures of me in the mix as well. 

 While I was in India I was invited to a book launch, an event for truly passionate saree connoisseurs. We were invited to share our own saree stories, and asked to bring a saree to the event that had precious associations or memories. The book is called Pleated and written by Aishwarya Rao, a young Indian girl from Australia who found her identity through her grandmother's sarees in that distant land. She was with us at the gathering via Skype and each of the ladies brought a saree and wore another that was meaningful to them and gave us a little talk about each one. The whole event was fascinating and ever so interesting. The ladies brought out their grandmothers and mothers sarees, folded and preserved carefully in sheets of white linen and I really got the feeling that they were totally in love with these beauties. 

I had no sarees to display as most of mine were in the UK. My mother is a very Marie Kondo kind of person and tends to give away anything she doesn't wear, and at 93 she doesn't wear sarees any more. I remembered that she was given a saree at her wedding by her mother in law that she always despised as it had a gold border on only one side (more probably because nobody asked her opinion or cared for her taste, but simply produced the saree for her to wear on the day) - actually it is a very pretty yellow saree with a purple border, but she believed that she had been shortchanged (of one border) because she eloped with my father. She wore it mainly at pujas and prayer meetings as she thought one of her nicer sarees might get stained by turmeric or oil. Secretly, I think she hoped it would be discoloured, stained or torn so that she had an excuse to get rid of it, but it survived all her assassination attempts and came back with me to the UK in my suitcase before she could give it away.  

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That's me for this week, folks. Have a fabulous week and I'll catch you next Friday, same time, same place.
Until then, keep those hands washed and free from bugs,
​xx