Bags and Vases

So I am again slowly creeping back to Kaarukriti  :-) and the brain is working again :-) Yayyyyy…

Here goes… 

Got bored of plastic and wine containers lying around with me storing them so I can make something out of them but never getting to do anything. And finally I did move myself and did make somethings… Two Vases… One out of a tin canister and the other of a paper wine case… Like what you see? Let me know…

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And then I stumbled upon a pile of new trouser materials… what do I do with them… make bags ofcourse… small sling bags to carry your small wallet, keys and mobile :-)

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Home Is Where The He(ART) Is…

Ah… I haven’t peeped out from this window in a long while… so here I am, giving you all lovelies a big shout :-) Hope you all have been doing great.

I for sure have been great and all over the place… the tiny tot keeps me on all my fours the entire day… and then she sleeps, after she has possibly turned the earth topsy turvy… oh what absolute fun to be a toddler. So it is when she sleeps that sneek into myself, inside my brains, inside my closets and get to work… I have been busy creating some things… some new, some inspired from the internet that I had been itching to try… Here are the pics…

Lily and Poochie - The Two Rag Dolls

Lily and Poochie – The Two Rag Dolls

So Lily was made first for my daughter… and then I made Poochie for my niece… both the girls…my daughter and niece are just two months apart in age… so everytime I make something for my little one, my heart goes out to my niece too and I just have to ake another one for her. Lily and Poochie have been made from my daughters’ body suits that she doesn’t fit into anymore and they have been stuffed with fibre from one big tattered pillow. The girls love these two… these dolls are bigger than them now and extremely huggable. There is no fear of fur or fibre coming off them since they are stitched super tight and are washable :-)

Hootie The Owl

Hootie The Owl

Hootie Sits Pretty

Hootie Sits Pretty

Hootie The owl was made in a couple of hours from scrap fabric. I had been seeing a lot of owls all over the cyber space and I was dying to make one for my daughter. Hootie isn’t the neatest one around, but he surely is adorable. The tot loves it totally and visits him in her room every now and then to hug him and cuddle. Awwwwwww…. Mission accomplished for me :-)

Recycled Plastic Container

Recycled Plastic Container

Another Inspiration from Internet. I love the Internet. It inspires you, teaches you, you learn a lot. I found this idea on WikiHow. I have these whole lot of Pearlpet jars from biscuits and snacks. I am done with using some for storing some of my kitchen supplies and I so really badly wanted to recycle them. Searched the internet and found this idea. The original idea looks more like a crystal vase after it is finished, mine is just okay. But well used and I am happy. Have made two already and an afternoon and a mug of coffee is enough to make this :-)

Wall Art

Wall Art

Wall Art

Wall Art

Wall Art

Wall Art

What are you seeing? Well, its’ the entry to my home. I wanted to paint the walls outside with something in a long while. Thanks to the most supportive hubby around, he said that if it looked nice he wouldn’t mind it. So voila, here it is. The designs are Indian folk designs from Rangoli and Mandana Art from Central India. I like it, He likes it :-) I am Happy :-) Do send me your feedback. It motivates me to do more. And share some of what you do too :-)

Lily – The RagDoll :-)

So I have a long list of things I want to make with my very own hands for my little girl. And with her now having reached toddlerhood, ‘time’ is a luxury and handicrafts and my list of to-d0-things is slowly fast fading into the background. 

So with a little bit of inner will, a couple of late nights and a fear that at this rate I may never be able to make those things for my daughter…I surged ahead. I had to make one of them for her…Oh, the to-d–list for the little one:

  • Making her a Rag doll
  • Making her a Patchwork Quilt
  • Making her a stuffed Owl
  • Decorating her room with my hand made creations
  • Painting the door of her room etc.

So, out came her old clothes and some left over wool… Also fibre from old cast away pillows… And there you have her…

 

LILY – THE RAG DOLL :-) (yeah, the features look a little too bold, but the tiny tot plays and that’s more than priceless for me).

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Best Out of Waste: Cartons ‘Turn’ Tables :)

Another Kaarukriti classic :)

The Husband moved stuff from his ancestral home to ours and yes, Along Came Cartons :) Loads of them….

So post a lot of rearrangement and preservation tactics for heir loom sarees, woollens, albums, records et al, I got back to doing what I did best… turning them into decorative pieces for my corners so they wouldn’t sit idle in my house looking all ‘Carton-like’ :)

Voila :)

Caryons Turn Tables

Caryons Turn Tables

Caryons Turn Tables

Caryons Turn Tables

Decisions Maketh Us?!

So what makes Us? What defines Us? Our Lives? Our fates? Our Successes and so called Failures? After much limited pondering in my head, I am beginning to feel – Decisions Maketh Us… I Decide… Therefore I am … huh!

Deciding to be Me

Deciding to be Me

So while I did not decide a lot of things that had me meandering into this world in the first place… like who do I look like, which is the family I belong to, mera gaon and mera desh that I was born into and all that… but once the sensibilities were in place… the so-called sensibilities were in place… almost every thing there onwards was a result of decisions taken by me…

Which college I went to to complete my Masters…

My first job that I decided to take up… the second and the third….

When did I give in to the relentless pursuits of my family to settle down…

When and where I settled myself on a geography by buying a house….

When will I decide to take up the next new job…. et al

………….And no, it’s not just that… its also about….

What clothes I decide to wear…
What music I decide to listen to….
What food I decide to cook or then eventually eat…
What programmes I watch…
What books I read…
What or who are the people I give company to…

…. It all boils down to the five Ws and one H to make one decision… that finally defines who or what we are… or rather who or what we ‘decide’ to be…

It is we who ask all the questions and also answer them ourselves to arrive at a decision… so why not always try and give a positive response, a kick-ass reply to life’s or rather all our questions and be proud of each of our decisions and stand up to own up to them and be the real person…

Isn’t life a Rhetoric? The answer is right here, with us, within us… and yet we find ourselves asking questions and questioning ourselves in the pursuit of getting all our life’s questions answered and then we probably would decide if our life has been a success or not…

Don’t ask… Seek!
Don’t Decide… LIVE!!!

Denim Sling Bags

Worn out jeans are the best bet for bags… and if made for the younger ones, they also make a statement. I still do not own a sewing machine, so my ideas usually get hand made :)

For my cousins I made these two sling bags and though my first attempt, I think they turned out pretty neat.

Denim Sling bag with hand painted Indian Motifs

Denim Sling bag with hand painted Indian Motifs

Denim Sling Sling bag with mirrors and traditional Indian borders

Denim Sling Sling bag with mirrors and traditional Indian borders

They are just simple girly slings that they can carry for their mobile fones, monies and little tidbits of their lives…

So in case you are wearing out your denims, you may want to try these out before they find a home in the dumps :)

Durga Puja is Here :)

Ya Devi Sarva Bhuteshu, Shakti Rupen Samhastita, Namastasyayi, Namastasyayi, Namastasyayi Namoh Namaha…

Ma Durga is Here :)

Ma Durga is Here :)

This morning at the crack of dawn we heralded one of the most auspicious days in the Bengali calendar – Mahalaya. It is also the day which begins the count down to the most glamorous and one of the most strictly ritualistic festivals – the Durga Puja.

Durga Puja – the celebration of strength, the celebration of power, the celebration of beauty and most importantly, the celebration of womanhood! Durga Puja marks the culmination of all human and divine qualities into a woman and brings along with it a sense of freshness and a thrill that rushes down your veins. The sound of the conch shells, the full throated chanting of the Chandi (Veda), the sweet fragrance of flowers and incense that fills the air around us marks the advent of the glorious festival.

Today is Mahalaya, an auspicious occasion observed seven days before the Durga Puja, and heralds the advent of Durga, the goddess of supreme power. It’s a kind of invocation or invitation to the mother goddess to descend on earth. Just as one would associate strength, prowess, power to this festival there is also a sense of nostalgia that surrounds it. Bengalis all over the world have grown up to tales of the mother goddess coming home during pooja. She visiting her father’s home, which is this mortal earth where she spends ten days with her kith and kin brings with it a feeling of belonging with the divinity. A daughter visits her father’s home with all her children and the earth welcomes her in an open embrace.

Look around you and you will see the earth dressed in all its glory. The dark clouds of the monsoon have cleared off giving way to a sun kissed earth and pastures afresh. The sky is clear and white fleecy clouds float in gay abundance. Autumn is here and the trees have all shed bare to don new garments of the new season.

Durga Puja is about happiness and fanfare. New clothes, traditional Bengali recipes, pushpanjali (offering of flowers to the goddess)…it is a time to come together and rejoice for the mother has come. She brings in good news for the New Year. She is here amongst us to celebrate and spread cheer.

It is also the time to catch the Bengali in its full gusto. You will see the men dressed in traditional embroidered silk kurtas and fanned dhotis. With the wives in classical Bengali saris and jewelry, you can hear them chirp all over the place. Oblivious to the world, they all seem to be beaded into a common thread of cheerfulness and divinity.

Catch the Bengali in its truest colour this season, get there in the middle and taste a spice of the arty, emotionally driven Bengali community. Come, and join us in the grandeur of rituals and the biggest celebration of all – the Celebration of Motherhood.

A Mouthful of Sky

I just love staring for hours on end at the sky… I think there is nothing more uplifting than that. I think spending time looking at the sea increases your depth of soul and looking at the skies widens your horizons… I go to them just like that… and I always come back with a fresh perspective

My Share of the Skies to touch :)

My Share of the Skies to touch :)

Bon Voyagers

Bon Voyagers

The distant fleecy clouds,
Floating far away yonder,
Beckon me now and then,
To their clan as of a member.
They show me into the no man’s land,
Of the mystic cosmic stardom,
And pave my way thru’ the divine gateways,
Of the heavenly planetary kingdom.
The distant fleecy clouds,
Floating far away yonder,
Taking me in their loving embrace,
Bring me back to my earth mother.
They fly me above the majestic hills,
Dive nose deep in gurgling rivers
Fly again thru’ lush green fields,
Unfazed by the moody weather.
Sitting on my window sill,
I just can’t stop to think,
The limitless lands they go across,
That never seem to shrink.
My imagination comes to a startling halt,
Content with whatever it think its got,
Yet the distant fleecy clouds,
Float far away yonder,
Limitless and boundless,
Their journey is forever.

Madhavi… June 2004