Friday, January 4, 2013

Happy new year!!

Happy 2013, everyone!! 2012 was a bit of a bitch, so I'm hoping 13 will be my lucky number!
What better way than to start the year with some brilliant wintry scenes by Pablos Ferrero.







Sunday, December 30, 2012

Three little birds sat on my window

My little vintage birdies, all framed and ready!



        Paper birds 3: Together we make Green Throw PillowPaper birds 2 Throw PillowPaper birds 1 Throw Pillow

What big plans for tomorrow, peeps?!

Tuesday, December 18, 2012

Holiday gifts for your loved ones




Cute little birdies saying Hello! and psychedelic footprints. These are my holiday offerings at the shop. I think I might get my little feet cover as a present for myself this year. I'll take photos when they come :D
For the cushion covers (my birdies are flying off the racks so quick!), click here.

Have a super Christmas, everyone!

Monday, November 26, 2012

Throw Pillows at Unbelievable prices!


These gorgeous throw pillows are now available in my store, in various sizes. Time to bring home some couch candy this holiday season!

 The super popular WordPlay series.


Colours of Life Series


Divine Series

The Throw Pillow Covers made from 100% spun polyester poplin fabric, a stylish statement that will liven up any room. Individually cut and sewn by hand, the pillow cover measures 16" x 16", 18" x 18", and 20"x 20" features a double-sided print and is finished with a concealed zipper for ease of care. 

Here's a snap shot of all of them 

To BUY, please head over to my shop,  or check out the entire collection.

Happy shopping!

Thursday, November 15, 2012

How to get thick, luscious hair, for life!

I have a lot of hair on my head. It's also curly and unruly. And, it's only in the past two or three years that I have completely come to terms with the fact that my hair will never look straight and sleek. I kind of like it now and wouldn't dream of getting it chemically straightened, like I used to. It made my hair brittle enough to fall apart in pieces after about the third time. A lot of people have been asking me things about my hair lately. Randomly, at the mall, in restaurant bathrooms, movie theatres, you get the idea. I was at a bookstore one day and the proprietor, an elderly gentleman who was mostly bald came up to me and said, "May I ask you a personal question?" 
"Yes, sure!"
"What shampoo do you use?"
I toyed with the idea of asking him why he needed to know, since he barely had any hair. But then I went with the straightforward answer. He was a bit disappointed that I use a cheap drugstore shampoo and there was no special magic potion involved. Let's not pretend that I don't lap up all this effing attention.

Still, since people are asking, I thought it might be good to let you know that part of it is genetic. My mum has great hair too. But I think, a big part of it is also that I follow what she taught me to ensure that I have a head full of hair like she does, even when I am 58. 

1. Do not shampoo everyday. Please don't. I know sometimes people get into the habit of washing their hair every morning, especially people with short hair. What this does is, make your hair super dry and leads to chemical build up. It also often means stepping out with damp hair, which collects all the dust and pollution on your way to work and makes hair dull. When you do, use your regular conditioner and then tie a warm towel on your head for two mins, whenever you have the time.
Answer to what do I do: I shampoo twice, may be thrice, every week.

2. Do not blow dry/iron more than once a week or fortnight even. Air dry your hair. If you have frizz and cowlicks like I do, after it's dry but just the tiniest bit damp, take a brush and wet it under the running tap. With the wet brush, slick back you hair and tie a ponytail, high or low, depending on how much volume you want, tightly. The best way to achieve volume is to tie as high as possible. Wait till the now wet surface is dry to untie your ponytail and you'll have salon like set hair. Don't comb through, just run your fingers loosely. 

3. Oil your hair with coconut oil before you shampoo. Even oily hair needs oil. In fact, if you have an oily scalp, and keep stripping it of oil, your scalp will try to produce more oil. If you are not convinced about coconut oil, use something lighter. But just coconut oil twice a week, will make the biggest difference. It also delays greys.

4. Hibiscus for jet black hair. If your hair is turning a bit brown or you've been getting greys at
an alarming rate, here's a little something Ma taught me. Take a few red hibiscus flowers (laal joba), available for Rs 10 a bunch from the guy who supplies the morning puja flowers. Boil them in just a little bit of warm water till the petals become mash. Then strain the jus into coconut oil and use this oil, with a hot towel if you want. Regular use will make your hair jet black. Trust me, this is insanely effective.

5. This one might be a bit odd, but change your pillow covers every weekend. Dirty pillow covers are the biggest culprits in causing dandruff and making hair dirty and brittle.

Here's me in all my hairy glory. Check back when I'm sixty, if you don't believe me.


Wednesday, November 14, 2012

Animals say things

So, work and life got in the way of art, as always.
But I finally did this mini series.


Who vs Whom. Who hasn't been confused some time or another?


Runnn like the wind! it's a rat race.


Guess the reference! Wink wink.

Leap frog to greatness.


Prints available at S6
*Exit stage left.* 

Tuesday, October 9, 2012

My Boys


My friend G was born to our next door neighbours a few months after I was born. Ever since he came back from the nursing home, having looked at the world through his giant bug eyes for the very first time, he was my friend. As infants, our mothers spent a lot of time together with tiny G and mini me wriggling in our respective prams. We went to the park together and had a sense of togetherness before either of us really knew what friendship meant.

Over the years, G was an annoying younger brother and more often, an intrusive friend. On my birthday, he would come over at 6 am with his nanny and stay on for the rest of the day. He also took it upon himself to invite other children to my party. Kids who I had cautiously avoided, being picky about human company from early childhood. In our little third-world suburbia, we played in massive green parks, climbed trees, plucked fruits from the neighbour’s garden and learnt our first letters of the Bengali and English alphabet together.

When I was 10 years old, we moved from our suburban home to the city centre. G was lost and other friends replaced him and as time went by, I barely thought of him anymore.

13 is an odd age. Painfully self conscious, yet oddly confident. Girls are trying to ward off attention to their new bodies while vying to get attention all at the same time. My 13 was an aberration. I neither sought nor got any sexual attention. In fact, my three closest friends were boys who continually reminded me how much they really didn't care for my newly blossomed breasts. Together, we had many brand new firsts. Our first cigarette, our first crushes, our first unsupervised car ride and for one of us, his very first heart break. There was nothing in my 13-year world I would not share with them. There was no one they would not beat up for hurting me. It was a super decade. 

And then my twenties began. I lost one of them to a bike accident, one to his wife and the other to the IT industry.

In the following years of my life, I never had such friendships with men. Men who could make me forget that I am a woman.

Until I met four men this year, it had been a while since I had mourned the loss of these friendships-- my little micro-world within a humourless and deeply gender-driven world. They made me forget that I have a home to obsess about, a husband to make time for. After so many years, I was selfish again, like an adolescent. I didn’t care to run home after work, to clean and scrub my house till it had just the face I needed to show the world, my laundry pile grew to such proportions that it took over an entire room.

For a while, it really felt like this was going to last forever. For just a little bit, I forgot that adulthood is not kind to people who take their armors off.


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