Tags: clothes

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The CGH

That old, almost-falling-to-pieces kaftan...slipping into it, when the day is done, is like nestling in the arms of one's mother, a gentle lover....or the lap of the Almighty. The kaftan accepts my bumps and bulges; it comforts my bruised and cut skin; it welcomes me home. So...if I open the door to you in a tatty piece of attire,remember...I am wearing my CGH....Cotton Garment of Heaven.

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Terraces....

Terraces....I look at the houses around me in St.Louis, and this is one feature I miss...all these houses have sloping roofs, so that the occasional snow can slide off. However, in India, most houses and apartment buildings are topped by flat terraces, which have multiple uses, and which add to the rich texture of life in my country.

The first use is, of course, to harvest all that solar energy that hits the rooftop of the house. Women bring their vegetables, pickles, and fritters to be dried in the sun, and the terrace of a home is often a delight for a small child, with delicious tibits spread out on mats. Some children are also given the job of guarding these self-same tidbits against marauding crows and sparrows, with the promise of a small reward (augmented, of course, by regular samplings!)

The terrace is the place (no longer true in apartments, alas!) where the family's washing is brought up to be dried, by free solar power. Who has not been entranced by the lines of colourful clothes billowing in the sunlight!

Terraces have always been associated with love, which often is carried on under the guise of all the activities above! Those who are caught up with the mundane details of life in the lower floors, often come up to indulge in romance....the young girl spreading out the sarees on the clotheslines often lifts up her eyes to the young man teaching his younger brother to fly a kite...


Unfortunately, the terrace in a building is quite a public space, and other people (epecially children) delight in spoiling the mood of the lovers.

Here's a song with children playing voyeurs..." mottai maadi mottai maadi love jodi love jodi"...terrible lyrics, but the song is fun!



ThanimayilE inimai kANa mudiyumA (Can you find sweetness in loneliness?)

Many Muslim houses also keep their "kabootharkhana" (pigeon nests) on the terraces, and its beautiful to see the birds fluttering up in unison against the morning or the evening sun.

The terraces of old houses have given rise to many romances, and many songs are pictured on terraces. Here's a beautiful song set on a terrace:



Here's a nice cartoon about love-on-the-terrace:

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With shamiyanas constructed on them, terraces also used to make a good place for food to be served during family weddings, in the days when weddings were held at home.

I remember, so many of us together, during the Leonid showers a few years ago, or when there were lunar eclipses, gathering with chai and snacks to watch the celestial spectacles...

Even today, in an apartment building, a terrace is often a kind of common space where neighbours can meet and spend a little time together. On a terrace, one is somehow apart from, and above, the cares that oppress one down below. The perspective and the view are different, and it's a good time to enjoy oneself, or introspect....

Given this social history of terraces, it's a pity so many builders just put a lot of water pipes on the terraces of apartment buildings, and completely spoil what could be a great place to gather and socialize. I do love terraces, as an extension of Indian habitation.
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Underwear messages!

shortindiangirl asked itsalouwelylife to get GD some baby underwear. She called back, saying that baby underwear tends to have....er... crappy messages on it.

We figured it couldn’t be too bad, and asked her to get it anyway. She read one out.....

“I am enjoy boy”.


I still remember the one I bought for A, all those years ago, which said, "Haste Makes Wsste"...right across the seat of the pants!
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What???

When I take D and GD, and all 3 generations of us women go promenading in Luz, Mylapore, what do you think catches our eye?

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That, of course..note that it is a top secret, so don't tell anyone, please!

My laptop is having IMMENSE problems, so will post more about KTB when I can...
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Preventive Padding...

OK, this is a Baby Post so those not interested can move on. Yes, there is the Aw Factor too.

Here's the local domestic leopard with its cub:


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You can tell that the leopard is quite disgusted with the frequency of nappy-changing, and has decided to put in a lot of extra stuff to prevent that:



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I burst into a fit of uncontrollable giggling first when I saw this, and second when she had to change the whole thing, and found that it only meant ALL those diapers to wash, not just one!

I suppose she thought she could go for a long time without changing Eli if she stuffed the diapers in by the dozen like that....that reminds me of the Sardarji who brought his bawling baby in to the paediatrician, and said she just would NOT stop crying. The paediatrician picked her up, grimaced in disgust, and said, "Mr Singh! How long is it since you changed the diapers on the baby?"

"But..." said the dad, "On the diaper package, it said, 18 to 25 pounds...."


On a more serious note, this broken doll lying on the pavement sidewalk reminded me of so many babies, who are NOT welcome, cherished, or treated well....some of them end up in orphanages, and some of them end up dead and found in trash heaps....one can only speculate at the desperation of the mothers that leave babies like that.


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(What happened to the pregnant, mentally-retarded beggar that anushsh saw, I wonder? What happened to her baby?)


Oh, well, back to more pleasant things...we occasionally put Eli on her tummy to prevent tummy-ache, and I could not resist this photograph:


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OK, that's it, no more baby photos, I promise...for a few more days. Eli (mouse) for some unknown reason also become Biddly (no meaning at all) or Biddles....


Update: I loved the message on

this baby tee


Thank you, anushsh!
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The ridiculousness of these tags...

I remember, a few years ago, kalyan telling me that the hottest things were "tags". You could tag your entries and photos and be able to locate them instantly. Great stuff.
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But there are some very idiotic tags, too...and those are the ones attached to all the clothes and cloth-based stuff that we buy nowadays.

When I was young, my tailor would sew on a discreet tag on the inside of my blouse, but it would be sewn to the blouse on all four sides.

Nowadays, however, every item that's made of cloth must needs come with not one but TWO tags. One, of course, is the one you wish you could let hang out, because it displays the oh-so-cool brand of the item of clothing (and also shouts out loud the high price you have paid for it.) Alas, not all brands have cool logos like the little crocodile, which is easily visible and doesn't need a tag!

The seoond tag is the one that has to say what material the item is made of, and washing/cleaning/drying/care instructions for it.


I am sure that there are a group of sadists in every garment manufacturing facility who sit and ponder where these tags can provide the maximum discomfort to the wearer.

If one tag is down the side seam of a garment, wouldn't you think that the logical place for the other tag is ALSO there? Of course not.

It *MUST* be a nice, stiff, pokey tag, jutting out from the back of the neckline, where it can poke you and poke you and poke you throughout the day and remind you that you ran over budget with this stupid "Gup" tee shirt or that idiotic "Spike" polo.

Here's a little washcloth we bought for Eli; I have photographed a pencil on it for size reference.



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Just look at the size of the tag on that cloth! Removing the tag from such cloths has become the bane of our lives now. D says probably there is a law against removing tags and I will be jailed without the option of a fine if the garment manufacturers find out I have been snipping off tags!

WHY cannot the tags be sewn down on all four sides, when they will cease to be an abomination and a nuisance? WHY must they stick out so pokily?

I want to know if, when these tags are manufactured, they come with tags of their own...