The purists may disagree, but in my book wash-bags, toiletry cases, cosmetic pouches are all the same thing. They serve interchangeable purposes and only slightly differ in size. I like my cosmetic cases to be fairly compact and travel friendly. When not travelling, the smaller ones are usually perched on the vanity, stocked up with... Continue Reading →
The weather has been a real stinker this month. I'm hoping against hope that we are past the heat zenith and can't wait for the cooler months to arrive. Unfortunately though, the cooler months are still some time away, and for now all I can do is seek solace in the parky confines of the air-conditioned... Continue Reading →
Hooray!! Dr J is a little high folks. Apologies, on her behalf. She is drunk on consumerism. Intoxicated with retail therapy. Does anybody around here know the sheer, infrangible pleasure of giving into your vice? Of letting go? Like growing out your hair long and strong. Of conditioning and oiling it. Nurturing it. And then going to the fanciest... Continue Reading →
Phew! That's quite a long and boring post title. I truly seem to have gone unadventurous and bleh in terms of personal style. Or maybe, it's mature, classy sophistication 😉 Here are the top five (or six!) bags that I'd love to own at the moment. For a classic-bag lover, it might be bag porn!... Continue Reading →
We shall let the pictures do the talking, shall we? What's on your lust- list this coming year? Till next time... Dr J.
Hello ladies! To all my lovelies in the Middle East, hope you HAD a lovely weekend. And to all my other beautiful ladies, hope you HAVE a wonderful weekend! Aah! Finally. A day without the gents (at least on this blog!) All the darkness hovering over me has descended. The clouds have lifted. My philosophy-... Continue Reading →
I wish I had made outfit posts. But I truly did not have the time or the energy. But I did click a few pictures, here and there. I thought you ladies might enjoy them. I dusted out my heavily worked upon sarees and unwrapped the hibernating silks from their muslin shells. I also got... Continue Reading →
Weddings in our part of the world are colorful, clamorous, chaotic, boisterous affairs. The focus is on the food and and merrymaking usually involves a lot of singing, clapping and jumping. The clothes are very extravagantly embroidered, sequinned and colored. The guests might seem to be on a quest to outdo one another in terms... Continue Reading →
Doha and Bangalore are both heading toward winter. The Bangalore of yore (when I was still in tights and pinafores!) was pretty chilly. Not any more. Winter's now are barely cool. Chilly for a few days and then pleasantly cool thereafter. Doha surprisingly is colder. Last year, I spent half my winter in Doha and... Continue Reading →
I have a confession to make. I am a shoe nerd. A calceophile. I go weak in the knees when I enter a shoe store. All bets are off when I am in a shoe store. My will always wavers when I enter a shoe store. I am an addict. There is apparently no cure... I wish... Continue Reading →
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