Tell them you love them…

Blast in Pune! That was the last thing i had expected. Its too near… Mom-in-law came up to my room late in the night (about 10) and told me that there was a blast at german bakery in Pune… My first thought was about my brothers – Chaitanya, Ashwin & Ashutosh…

From the youngets : Chaitanya, Ashotosh, Ashwin & Me

I had left my cell phone in the car and their numbers were in it. The car was with Rohit. I didn’t know how to contact any one of them. I called up mom but took care not to scare her… But she told me that they had spoken to Chaitanya and everyone’s well and safe. I could not help the tears that started flowing from my eyes… The only question that bugged me was, What if???

There are so many what if‘s in our lives… But this one was just too close… being the elder sister, i’ve always been protective about not just my brother, but my two cousins also (we grew up together in a joint family). All 3 of them are in Pune and anyone of them could have been in Koregao Park that evening for all we know. Just how sure can I be that they will be safe? How sure can i be that I will be safe?

A little Grown-up

I know, people will argue that if anything has to happen it can happen even when you’re at home… but even then, the thought of not being able to tell the person how much you love them is really scary…

There’s just one thing that we can do… Meet the other person showing that you’re glad that he/she is there! and part like you might never meet again!! Tell them frequently that you love them… there is no such thing as a perfect time and place to tell people you love that you do… Do it as and when you can… call your parents, friends Right Now… Dont wait for some other day… That way even if anything goes wrong, we will have a satisfaction that we could tell them that we loved them…

Love you Chaitanya… Ashwin & Ashutosh… Take care…

For my dear Aadi

Aadi with Me

my son showed me…
the colours in the rainbow,
i had forgotten existed!!!
my son made me hear…
the sounds of music,
that the nature had to offer…
my son guided me…
along a path,
i had feared to tread upon…
my son helped me enjoy….
the touch of a feather,
when it fell out of a torn pillow…
my son taught me…
… to be a child again,
one that i had ceased to become…
my son taught me …
…. to be a mother,
i never knew i could be…

the ‘oops’ crazy nine patch quilt

I was trying my hand at the crazy nine patch lattice quilt by Elizabeth (Oh Fransson!) and something went wrong!

I was supposed to have 9 blocks with 9 different fabrics on it

And I ended up with as many as 4 with a fabric twice on it!!! (i didn’t check after that….

and to add to it was another disaster… i used a green fabric for sashing and i finished doing between the block and now i have none left… I dont know what i’m going to do next… i went to the market to buy new fabric, but none matched mine… it was pretty old and its not 100% cotton… so there is a difference in the shade…

😦

no idea how to end this quilt. The top looks lovely though..

About

This is my blog and its mostly about my new venture – Shruti’s – the ‘up’cycle shop. Although you’ll find other posts like my poetry and a few personal moments too.

About Shruti’s : There is a lovely story behind this venture. It starts in 2007. After the birth of my son, I was left with tonnes of ill-fitting clothes. I did what normal Indian women would do. Selected a few and gave them away to my maids. But still I was left with three bagful of them. I gave them to a ‘boharin’ – a Maharashtrain woman, who goes from door to door collecting old clothes and giving stainless steel utensils in return.

Prema – that was her name – told me then that with the dropping prices of new clothes and an awareness about looking good, people were not buying these old clothes as much as they did earlier. All that she could give me, in return of 3 bagful of clothes was a small ‘dabba’.

The thoughts lingered in my mind for quite a longer time than I thought it would. The next time, i had a few old clothes left – and this time there were just a couple of dresses, i decided to make something creative out of them. I ended up using the dupattas to make these lovely pillow covers.

They were just wonderful and my friends didn’t believe i had used my old clothes to do them.

I was happy. But still was left with the dresses of those dupattas. My mind got racing again. What could i make out of them?

My living room was being renovated at the time. Complete with a wooden trussed roof and a warli painting on one wall, it was a complete traditional looking. I was looking for a good seating to be kept there. My husband, Rohit, and I both liked the idea of having a ‘bajla’ a woven cot mostly foundon indian ‘dhaba’s, in our living room.

Then another idea struck me.Instead of buying a woven cot, why dont i weave one out of my old clothes? I got my carpenter to make a frame using leftover wood and got to work. I cut up strips of my dresses and made them into a stool. Both of us were happy with the result. And we made 3 more.  (I gave away one to my brother)

As a part of project at work, i had to visit the slums in the city. Meeting the women there really changed the way i thought. I felt i had to do something for them. But at that time, i did not know what.

It was in November 2009, when i thought of ‘up’cycling old clothes as a business venture. I started off with just a couple of women doing the sewing. But soon the idea grew to a larger scale and today i have about a 50 women who work for me.

I am happy to say that, these women earn a decent INR 200, working from home. And since i teach them to sew new things, they increase their skill also.

My future blogs will give you an idea of what we manufacture. The range of products is from doormats to bedspreads and cushion covers to mobile pouches.

We also came up with the idea of making grocery bags from old newspaper. Currently we can manufacture about 50,000 to 1,00,000 bags a month.

Shruti’s – the ‘up’cycle shop, was started as something that I could occupy myself with during the break that i took from my work, following a short illness. But soon, it has been a very successful enterprise with an ever-increasing list of clients.

Product # 3 – A Jeans Covered Diary 2010

Diary 2010

Made as a coming home gift for my dear brother – Chaitanya – this diary is made of a part of a jeans. The front pocket portion – right up to the waist band makes up the front of the diary.

The back pocket along with the trademark of the company makes up the back of the diary. Both the pockets are open and can be used to store things.

If you need one of these mail me :

Price Rs. 500/- (does not include shipping but includes material)

Product # 2 – A Denim Memory Quilt

Made to Order for a friend of my husband, this quilt came out to be much better than I had even imagined.

Its made from 196 pieces cut from 12 pairs of jeans that belonged to his wife!

I’m proud of this one!!

Price : Rs. 2000/- (you give me the jeans too) as usual – the price does not include shipping.

Product # 1 – A Silk Saree Bedspread

A silk saree bedspread

Made from a single pure silk saree, this bedspread has a 100% cotton backing. Priced at a decent Rs. 2500/- (does not include shipping) it is sure to charm hearts.