As summer comes in again, my old cotton saris beckon. Sharing this post from the TMA archives.
the goddess Saraswati
These summer heatwaves in New England put me in mind of the hot season in India before the arrival of the rains, and awaken in me the urge to wear a sari again. Not an elegant silk, slid out carefully from its zippered bag for weddings and festivals, or a heat-trapping chiffon or polyester, but a simple cotton handloom sari, soft with repeated washings and cooler and more comfortable than anything else one could wear at this time of year.
I didn’t always feel comfortable in a sari. In fact, for years I was traumatized by a major wardrobe malfunction that had taken place when I was ten, during Saraswati Puja. It was the festival of the veena-playing goddess, divine patron of learning and creativity, one of the most important events of the year in West Bengal, and a procession of people took to the street on…
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Hari Om
Wearing a sari every day whilst in India, I found I could wrap and tie (no pins!) in five minutes flat. I retain the skill and the thrill of dressing in this forgiving garment. I loathe ‘frocks’ of the western style and possess none. I do also have many salwar kameez and churidar leggings with shift tops of various types. Yes, people stare – but more at the thika forehead markings than anything. That’s their choice; it matters not to me for I am happy in my skin – and my choice of attire! YAM xx
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Good for you, YAM! Yes, I have yet to find a “frock” (lovely Indian English word!) that I feel entirely at ease in. Yes, it is a forgiving garment. And Yes to happiness in your own skin and your choice of a second one. It’s always good to receive your comments. x J
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