Not Influenced For Long

When Lady Diana died, the Time magazine came up with an edition dedicated to her. The entire magazine was filled with Lady Diana's pictures, every next picture being more beautiful than the previous one. 

I have a few regrets in life. One of them is that I lost that magazine. But the pictures are still fresh in my head. In one of them, Lady Diana wore a pair of white dungarees. I never expected to see a princess in overalls, but there she was, rocking those dungarees with a grace that is hard to describe.

Then I grew up to see Kajol in dungarees in "Kuch Kuch Hota Hai". At that time, the piece of clothing was synonymous to being a loser, at least in my head, because she never got the guy until she ditched those overalls. I know, it's sad, but we all know how movies influence kids in subtle ways. 

I was not influenced for long though. I have an unending, ever increasing, really mushy, at times creepy - because I associate it with my previous life - love affair with everything denim. I first paired it with a white tee and I looked like a kid, then I went for this red top and it looked a bit femine, and I am not much into the feminines. So I am not entirely happy with the outcome. But here it is.

So this is another summer staple I wanted to talk about. More in the next post. I know I have not been posting every Friday lately. But every alternate Friday is very much on. Anyway, you guys have a great weekend. Please follow me on GFC and Facebook and Instagram.

Fashion And Summers

When Mat, Gary and George from Masterchef Australia came to India a couple of weeks back, my reaction was: why??? Why couldn't you come a little earlier or a little late?  Don't you know how hot it is here at the moment?

I was behaving as if I was hosting them, as if they wouldn't get to stay in a hotel with an AC, and as if they were coming to Delhi instead of Bangalore. Whatever it was, it bothered me a lot. I felt as if an unexpected (and very loved) guest came just after I finished a dozen cupcakes or an entire cheesecake. My world collapses. It's too hot and the shops are closed. It dawns upon me that I actually didn't need to eat that much. I am cakeless and fatter on the worst possible occasion.

During Summers in India, I do nothing but fight with the weather. People get cold and fever during winters, I get them in summers. I get all kinds of skin rashes too, a bad tan, and mood swings and weight gain (yeah!) and what not. 

And I feel, is it just me? I open my Facebook page and i see people in Jaipur and Goa,and Agra, apparently having the best time of their lives (at least their Fb status says so), and here I am, in my room, with ice cream and cold water and an ice pack.

The only saving grace during summers is fashion. From summer dresses to short skirts to spaghetti tops, it gets better and better. See, I can be positive too.  For the next two months, I will post about some summer outfits that keep me sane.

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