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Yes...It's feel good!

"The best girl" by Emma Harrison is a cute, easy to read and lovely story about being the person you want to be.

Farrah Jane Morris loves her first semester at college and that for the first time she can be just how she wants to be. It reminds me the book I read when I was a kid and whole my teen age I tried to fallow the path.

Having back to family her trouble to stay true to herself and say no to her mother's attempts to make her more girlie. In her first semester break Farrah stays at an expensive lodge where her brother marries rich and famous Marni. When it turns out that her crush Connor is working at the lodge where the wedding will take place things get exciting and complicated. Connor thinks that the guests at the lodge are total snobs so Farrah and her new friend Biff (really Buffy, she's Marnis sister) claim to be nannys for Farrah's little brothers. Soon Connor and Farrah start to date and everything could be perfect. But she knows that when he will uncover her lies their relationship could be over.

On the cover it self one can imagine "The best girl" as a funny, entertaining and lovely story and that's exactly what I got.

Farrah is a great and very believable character. She's happy to be at college and to have the chance to be herself. She's a shy and very likable girl and I loved her interactions with her brother, her mom and Biff. Her lies to Connor were white lies and she's definitely not a mean person.

Connor is really good with his great character and matchs interests with Farrah. He was very sweet to her and really cared about her feelings and dreams.

It was understandable that he was hurt and angry when he found out who Farrah really is. His reaction was not over the top and I liked how in the end they got back together.

All in all I really enjoyed reading this book and will definitely read more books by Emma Harrison in the future. If you want to relax and have some fun this cute and lovely book is a good choice.

Happy day!

NECESSITY IS THE MOTHER OF INVENTION

THE IDEA It was very hot in the scorchy heat of May-June. I was at a loss to know what to stitch for my daughter. Anything stitched with new fabric will make rashes on the body. Then I scanned my w-rob and found out the dress, which was once published in “Grah Shobha” the leading Hindi magazine of repute and a big circulation among women in all over India.

My daughter modelling for her dress

THAT …IS.. ABSOLUTELY RECYCLED MATERIALS

I used only this dress for the new one. The shift dress was made with dark blue and white poplin material and the skirt was coarser khadi cotton material. Both materials were a little bit faded as per the nature of cotton fabric. I used the upper shirt for the bodice section of the dress, and undid the top edge of the skirt removed the threaded elastic, so I have a lacy petticoat for the dress.

See both the dresses

NEW MATERIALS I used a new thread, because I am fussy about my thread. I only use good quality thread, because I want to make sure my sewing stays together as long as the garment does. If the thread gives up, the garment becomes too hard to look after over time as random seams pop, usually in hard to repair areas, and becomes landfill quicker. In this case, I used an industrial thread, because I was sewing with my industrial machine. Domestic thread doesn't go so well when sewing at super high speed, because it heats up and snaps. Not that I was going fast, but I kept my threads for each machine nearby, and in fact this one was already on the machine. True confession time, it's white, because I'm lazy about rethreading. Some of the basting showed a little at the end, so I pulled those stitches out. I actually don't get too concerned about perfect colour matching, unless it is on the outside of the garment. It's surprising what you can get away with. In fact, an African designer working in Paris in the early 90's made it his signature to sew everything together with red over locking. Apparently he got a good deal on a big box of leftover thread when he was starting out, and turned necessity into a statement.

collage of work

METHOD

I undid the hem of the shirt/blouse, and iron its creases. cut short the sleeves Undid the seams of sleeves and side seam of the shirt, to have some room to make the size a little bit larger at armholes, stitch taking little seam allowance from length of sleeve through underarm to waist. Hem the sleeves at openings.

I undid the elastic hem and the bottom hem of the skirt, threw away the elastic, ironed the creases that were made, I also undid the bottom hem and folded it to minimum to increase the length of the dress.

After all the destruction you can say and ironing, side seams I attached the skirt to the shirt/blouse to make it a larger dress for my daughter.

feel good...postures...

See in the picture colour is faded, but still the fabric is soothing to wear at night and home.

interpret, incorporate or copy the idea, economize on your ward robe!

Have a good day!

go green.....

aaf

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The joke’s on you, narrow-minded cur! We are WOMEN!

Wardrobe refashion---daughter’s out-fit out of mother’s …..

Save mother earth by turning unwanted items into something useful.

my daughter wearing suit reconstructed out of min pictured above….

See the picture, out of my upper shirt I stitched her salwar, and with my slwar I stitched her shirt, I used the chunni material to make full sleeves of my daughter’s shirt and, frills attached on neck line with chunni material, made the dress little more fashionable and beautiful.

i am posed with my brother’s younger daughter…. and on right.... isn't me...

My beautiful suit! isn't it, pictured above!

This is the suit of mine, fabric with matching chunni was bought by my aunt from America. I liked it very much I was so exited to wear it that I spent almost 3/4^th of the night to stitch it (making row-stitches in hurry, to make it just to put on once) so that I can wear it next day on the ring cerymony of my younger brother. Then for coming few years I used to wear it at special occasions, and next several years I used it day-in day-out, wash-in wash out. I finally bored to wear it but the texture stuff was so cute, I couldn't want to through it . I finally decided to reconstruct it , and tansformed it into another suit dress for my daughter.

So i used this old out-fit of mine into a brand new dress for my daughter...

Try it out, and be earth friendly!

And

Economise on your dress!

Save money!

Be friendly with the fabric you like most, with you---- for a long time!

Preseve it till the actual death of the fabric!

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Today’s Quote

Fashion is a form of ugliness so intolerable that we have to alter it every six months.

- Oscar wild (1854-1900)

Celebrating Mom: A Tribute to Strength, Traditions, and Unspoken Love, मेरी माँ: संघर्ष, परंपरा और अनकहे प्यार की एक अनूठी कहानी

Looking back, I feel deeply blessed to have a mother like her.

She has always been a wonderful woman—kind, helpful, and an unwavering pillar of strength during every crisis. After my father’s passing, she stood by me even more closely, guiding the family with grace.She is considerate, opinionated, strong, and open-hearted. 

Mom when she was 21 years of age

Over the years, she has grown into an incredible woman. When I was a child, she was just a young girl herself—and as the village elders used to say, exceptionally beautiful. I believe she truly grew into her own strength with time.She was only 13 when she got married and just 18 when she had me. Looking back, I know I must have been difficult to manage as a child, but she was always a great mother...

A Need-Based Gift: Preserving Comfort and Tradition

This Mother’s Day, I wanted to give my mom something she genuinely needed—a gift that combined utility, love, and tradition.

In her older age, her earlobe holes had become quite enlarged, making it uncomfortable to wear regular earrings. In traditional Haryanvi culture, it was a custom to pierce a girl’s ears at a very early age and gradually stretch the earlobe holes. This was done so that by the time of her marriage, she could wear heavy traditional earrings known as Bujli (which were about 4-gauge in thickness, roughly the circumference of a crayon pencil).

हरियाणा की संस्कृति और बुजुर्गों की सादगी, इस पारंपरिक आभूषण में झलकती है।

The traditional process to enlarge the earlobes was unique and required immense patience:

Materials Used: Peacock feather stems, tamarind powder, mustard oil, and water.

The Method:

o    Silver or gold rings were worn immediately after piercing. Mustard oil and tamarind powder were regularly applied to soothe and heal the skin.

o    Once healed, a thin stick carved from a peacock feather stem was inserted into the lobe. The stick was made incredibly thin by rubbing it between the palms with water.

o    After inserting the stick, water was sprayed onto the earlobes. As the feather stem absorbed the water, it gradually swelled, gently expanding the hole.

o    This routine was repeated two to three times a day. Over time, more feather sticks were added gradually until the earlobes were wide enough to comfortably accommodate the large Bujlies.

Because of these historically enlarged earlobe holes, wearing normal earrings had become difficult for her in her later years. So for Mother’s Day, I gifted her a set of traditional Ear-chains (Kaunoti).

When I gave her the set, her face lit up with pure happiness. It was a beautiful moment of preserving a traditional memory while providing her with something truly practical.

 

हरियाणवी सांस्कृतिक विरासत: बड़ी बुजली को सहारा देती खूबसूरत कनौतीं....i gave this set to my mamma!and she was very happy!

Unspoken Emotions and Unconditional Love

I love my mom deeply, even if I don’t say it often enough. Expression doesn’t come easily in our family. We aren’t big on hugging—it feels a bit awkward for us. My sisters hug, but for me, hugging family members has always felt uncomfortable.

People often describe me as strong and brave, with a somewhat tough exterior rather than a soft nature. My friends don’t even find it strange anymore when I express affection by grabbing their arm or holding their hand instead of hugging. But with family, the anxiety takes over—it’s just not how we grew up expressing love, and that’s okay. Love doesn't always need words or physical gestures to be real.

Happy Mother’s Day to my wonderful mom, and to all the amazing mothers and friends reading this! You are all deeply loved.

Happy Mother's Day to my wonderful mom! And all of my wonderful friends! I love all of you very much! So there!!!!!!!!!

समय बीत जाता है और इंसान चले जाते हैं, लेकिन माँ की दी हुई सीख, उनकी स्मृतियाँ और यह प्यारी यादें हमेशा हमारे साथ जीवंत रहती हैं। भले ही हम बोलकर कभी अपनी भावनाएँ पूरी तरह से जाहिर न कर पाए हों, लेकिन दिल के किसी कोने में माँ का स्थान हमेशा सबसे ऊपर रहेगा। यह लेख सिर्फ एक उपहार की कहानी नहीं, बल्कि माँ के प्रति अनकहे प्रेम और हमारी सांस्कृतिक जड़ों को सहेजने का एक छोटा सा प्रयास है।

Happy Mothers day!