Draped
My dining room curtains were not fit for purpose.
They were intended for neither the room nor the house in which they hang.
Last week the drapes were formally retired, along with their ugly metal supporting rail.
Yesterday my carpenter fitted a new wooden curtain pole.
Today we hired an auto-rickshaw, braved the monsoon, and hit the mainland in search of textiles.
My upholsterer hopes to have the new curtains in place by Monday..
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Pictures taken in the fabrics department of Kalyan Silks, one of Cochin’s biggest textile stores.
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Challenge And Choice
I had to make my own early-morning tea today:
A challenge I haven’t faced in some time!
Fortunately, it’s a temporary hardship.
Anu, my house-boy, is taking a two-day holiday with his family. They are guests at a typical “big fat” Indian wedding.
As in the West, the arrival of wedding invitations focuses a guest’s mind on choosing the gift.
In this case, purchasing a silk sari.
A daunting challenge for Anu, but gentle amusement for the shop assistants,
Who modelled the saris,
And, very demurely, flirted with him.
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Pictures taken in Kalyan Silks, Cochin
