Shubhi's Revels

Art Sale 2024!

2024-12-14T23:36:00.000+05:30

Whimsical Cat Series

A4 Archival Canvas Print: Rs 3000/-

'Our magnificent nature' series

A4 Archival Canvas Print: Rs 3000/-

Love and Amor

A4 Archival Canvas Print: Rs 3000/-

Flower crown, again

2023-08-23T22:30:00.005+05:30

There is nothing quite as bohemian, graceful, beautiful and stately as a flower crown. These shots were taken in 5 mins as the daylight gave way to a most stunning sky, quickly to turn grey and dark. Flowers were repurposed from a birthday bouquet, I am very thrifty that way!

Changing Seasons

2023-08-04T13:44:00.003+05:30

Off late, life has been all about savouring moments, living more fully, being (a little) less afraid, and more present. It has also been about hard work - making hopes and dreams come true, little by little.

Sharing a special picture and some writing in this little corner of the world wide web that nobody really visits, anymore - and I quite prefer it this way. These days, I feel like making my web persona (or external persona, if you will), a little more anonymous - And my real self shine more, even when no-one's looking. Especially when no-one's looking.

🪕She sang into the night, while the bedside lamp painted the room a glowy shade of pink. There was nobody to hear her but a dozing cat. She was so beautiful then, but there was nobody to liste, or to see. But something told her to spell out the words sharp and clear, make the notes dance loudly and shrilly, speak her truth. And soon it was not her throat but her heart that was singing.

Just something that I wrote, a while back, as this actually happened. Here's to more such moments of finding the best in myself!

Love,
Shubhi

Days turn to years

2022-12-06T12:46:00.002+05:30

Think of it like this: you can go years without being in touch with yourself, too overwhelmed with the external noise, and you will never know.

You can go years without documenting what you feel because your feelings don't seem valid or important anymore.

You can do years without sharing your pain because it seems like it doesn't matter.

But it matters.

You have something to lose. This.

The last three months of 2022 were overwhelming(ly good). But mostly overwhelming. So many new experiences to absorb, personal limits to be pushed, and flights to be on. I went to two corners of the world, first the west, and then the east. San Fransisco and then Bali. I was incredibly lucky to pull out my old fashion rotting away in the cupboards, and mix and match it for the warm, cold and the windy. I saw wonderful art, collected memorabilia, and people and their stories. I met friends, old and new.

I pushed myself at work and finished projects and hosted events.

I had friends over, and we cooked, and we sang and made music.

In retrospect, my life almost felt like it was playing to the lyrics and music of this song (one of my favourites)!

Cheers to keeping the documentation here, alive. Because it's a good life✌🏼

An outfit that happened by chance

2022-09-15T21:47:00.003+05:30

I went to my dear friend Upasana's home for Ganesh Chaturthi, and having worn sarees at my home for two whole days prior, I was in no mood to continue that, as I set off for her home. I wore a puffy courdroy top and pants, looking chic as ever. A 40-minute drive through Bangalore's bad roads later, I was ready to collapse on her couch as soon as I reached.

She was busy with her baby when I got there, and I made myself some tea as the evening carried on. Soon as she was done, I realized she had other designs. She had laid out two sarees, her makeup case, and had plans to drag me to the terrace for a photoshoot! (Another reason I love her).

I gave in, patiently, but in no way was I going to change into a saree blouse (It wouldn't fit me, anyway). I kept my top on, pulling down the sleeves and draped the saree. It was pure cotton, heavy but flowy. I gave in to the mysterious mind of the folds as the saree sat on my body. I cleaned up the folds and arranged them - a midway on how they wanted to arrange themselves and how I wanted them arranged!

I think I have discovered the art of draping. Not enough practice, but getting there. The terrace greeted us with a view of the golden sunset, and rooftops under the Bangalore skies.

And then, this magic happened. #unedited

Love,
Shubhi!

How to honour nature?

2021-03-19T11:47:00.004+05:30

I honour nature nature in two ways: I sit amongst trees, shrubs, under the sky, wherever I can get a home in nature I can connect to - in the city, in a garden, or while I'm travelling, and am truly in the wilderness...and

1. Breathe in deep, meditate, let my thoughts flow gently, and then ebb..It is that nothingness I feel when I am truly connected with what's around me, and I am a part of it

2. Honour it with the one talent I possess - my creativity.

This is an outcome of the second way of honouring nature.

My house is flanked by bahunia trees - and it is one tree that personifies beauty in all ways: It has the most beautiful flowers, wonderful, butterfly leaves with veins so perfect, and lovely, shining seed pods that sometimes curl up when dry. I created a backdrop of these gorgeous pods and styled myself a simple look (with braided curls) that complements these..

Here is a post I created when I was inspired by bahunia flowers, many years
back..https://shubhisrevels.blogspot.com/2016/10/in-praise-of-kanchan.html

t just proves to me that trees can give me happiness, and keep me inspired and act as true guides throughout my life, without even me realizing it ..

Love,

Shubhi

February 2021: Mom's Saree

2021-02-18T14:43:00.001+05:30

This Valentine's, we did something different. We went for a staycation in a heritage hotel in Bangalore! I wore a saree for the date evening. The outfit was a gorgeous, shimmery Maheshwari saree with an understated beige body and a patterned pallu. <3
And it was my mom's!

Masks-on-the chin was my official fashion accessory for the low-covid months of this year.

Aftershock - The IIT B Fashion show from 2015!

2021-01-13T20:10:00.056+05:30

Another old post that never got published. Well, if fashion for me is a hobby and used to be a side-hustle at best (detest that term, let's just call it a passion), then this, would be a defining moment of my fashion career. Being on the ramp is not about looking good - in fact, that probably is one of the lesser qualities you need to do a good ramp-walk. It is about being agile, moving well, exuding confidence, feeling comfortable, nay, powerful in your own skin. So that's what I learnt from this, and few other ramp experiences I had.

This one in particular was fun and full of excitement. The theme was 'Game of Thrones' (It was 2015) and we'd been practicing for a month. Made a lot of inter-departmental fashion friends from IIT, and going to Laxmi was more fun than the rehearsals themselves, as I recall. The rehearsals took place in OAT, the open air heater next to H-1 - which always wore a slightly haunted air after dark. I didn't much care for it. Also I had good days and bad - started off as a total noob at ramp walking, but progressed to the scene opener (I played Cerci) - so all was well.

I never watched GOT, but knew that Cerci was a key character (Did not know how much of a b**ch she was), and that was enough for me to be ecstatic that I was playing her!

Two days before the show, the boys and some girls went costume hunting. I didn't go, but I'm sure it must have been challenging finding all those period costumes. I think we got poor substitutes, tacky warrior-type outfits for the men, full of gold detailing and bulk, and some dresses for the women, with unnecessary ruffles and silk. But we made do - nay, transformed them to something that would suit. Put our IIT-brains to good use!

I was really happy with my outfit through - A black velvet floor-length gown, with massive umbrella sleeves - It could give you bad fairy or Cruella vibes, whichever way you chose to look at it. But it was super flattering, and I cinched it in with a silken brown scarf I'd thrifted form Colaba Causeway - so yay!

I remember my NIFT room-mate came to help style us in the green-room on the final day. She helped with makeup, nips and tucks here and there, and generally was the boss-lady and did a fabulous job. The necklace I'm wearing in the pictures below, is hers.

And so that was it! The last thing I remember was waiting behind the curtains of the auditorium stage, the dazzling lights, GOT theme song playing slow, and walking out on cue, slow, stately and swish, as Queen Cerci herself would..

Love,

Shubhi

things I did right in 2019

2020-10-12T10:10:00.006+05:30

1. Learnt to say no, and not feel bad about it

2. Started yoga

3. Made some big changes in my career path

4. Engaged with a small, trusted circle

5. Did a brownbag (public speaking event)

6. Breathed more, smiled more

7. Healthy habits

8. Realised the value of Focus time

9. Walked in the ocean

10. Went on a friends-only trip

Here's to committing to be better, more aware and happier each coming year :)

2020, we made it, well almost :)

2020-09-29T21:06:00.003+05:30

Despite the air of hopelessness and some bad days that shall not be named, we made it through six months of Coronavirus. PJs, lipstick, and sometimes fresh cherries as earrings formed the bulk of my wardrobe.

And also, flowers took me through. Lots and lots of them. 2020 began with me seeking out flowers - on street corners, in our landscaped apartment lawns, and on walks. And now, they are everywhere. I am so blessed.

Pajamas, a jacket thrown for the consistent Bangalore chill, and a generally serious face while a giant Champaca flower solemnly sits on the ear.

Lockdown, 2020

2020-04-19T22:40:00.002+05:30

Strange times we live in, these. It's 2020 and the Coronavirus is around. I'm just biding my time, working away unwillingly at my laptop, getting pulled further back by a hand injury, and trying to make the best of things.

The days are bright, summer is here. The seasons change as if there's no change. The air is cleaner, birds chirp in the afternoons. The gates are locked.

Cooking and watching 'The Office' are my only respite. And smelling my cat's soft fur.

A part of me hopes that this will be over soon.

A part of me hopes this will go on, forever.

...

Love,
Shubhi

A letter from 2019

2019-08-21T12:51:00.001+05:30

Hello blogsphere,

Is there anybody here?
I just realized that it's been 7 years that I started this blog, which kick-started my creative journey in this world. What have I been doing since? Essentially, still pushing through. Constantly re-inventing myself, trying to find meaning, finding jet-packs to take me over obstacles, finding strength and happiness in all situations, and being grateful for EVERY.SINGLE.DAY I'm alive.

Also, I am @splashartgirl and @preenart on Instagram since the last 5 years or so - and satisfying my restless creativity by micro-blogging there. I still love animals, play music, draw everyday, take photos and feel the magic in the everyday.

Love,
Shubhangi

Pale Blush

2018-09-04T13:48:00.001+05:30

Like a breeze after the rain

Like the bird-song in the dusk hush

Like the first buds of spring

Take me back to the time

When the world was a dull shade of pink blush.

Photographs by Abhishek Sarkar.

Love,

Shubhi!

A Blink of Time

2018-02-27T15:44:00.001+05:30

This is me.
Love,
Shubhi

Incidental Poetry

2018-01-25T14:30:00.001+05:30

Sometimes when I look up to the sky I see,

Slept-in bedsheets
Ceased cotton
Rolled up comforter
A Botticelli bottom.
. . .
Peaks of meringue
Ink-bottle blots
Cinnamon rolls
Whipped-cream clots.
. . .
Nuclear explosion
Chimney smoke spires
A trail of exhaust
Glowing fires.
. . .
Snow covered roofs
A weeping willow
Bales of hay
A feathery pillow.
. . .
Vanilla cake-dough
Paw of a kitten
Wispy goose-feathers
A furry mitten
. . .
Oil-painted strokes
A watery wash
Graphic gradients
An ink splosh
. . .
White towel rolls
A puffy sweater
Tail of the squirrel
A tear stained letter.

-Shubhi

Looking up is good. It brings hope, and is good for the neck. Also, it leads to some incidental poetry during long walks..👩🏽‍🎤

Happy 2018!

2018-01-16T10:10:00.002+05:30

Just keeping something very special alive, you'know?
Here's to a year of love, travel, adventure, and a life fully lived.
Here's to being strong, unconquerable, vulnerable, all at once, for a life fully experienced.
Here's to keeping the thankfulness alive.

Here's to more images, that capture fleeting moments of time, and give me a reason to be here.
For you.

Love,
Shubhi

That Coffee Shop

2017-01-21T13:04:00.000+05:30

Poetry by :Shakun Grover

Outside that dimly-lit coffee shop

He stood

waiting for me

while I ignored him,

coyly.

I stared at my phone

aimlessly

waiting for him

to come hither.

Such are first times?

I wonder.

I stole a glance at him

my heart pounding,

trying desperately

to hide my anxiety!

In that dimly-lit coffee shop

he held a constant gaze

I couldn't hold my eyes to his

for I would blink in that blaze.

Outside that flickeringly-lit coffee shop,

the coffee shop of comfort and quiet

We stood

after an evening of hushed giggles

and stares inadequate,

of casual poking

and entwined fingertips,

of my fingertips that tickled

to run through the little dent

on his cheek.

I stood

gulping down the fear

of him being

just another

almost-lover.

Miles away

from that lovely, small, barely-lit coffee shop

after a kiss on his cheek

and a hug so long,

walked away

my tall and handsome,

rekindling

my heart's fire

but not before

making a promise

of another beautiful evening

in that coffee shop of love and desire.

Hello, 2017

2017-01-18T22:38:00.002+05:30

It's been some time that I have not posted, and this is the first I'm time i'm posting in 2017. Do life events wait for the annual calendar to turn over? Does the new year magically turn over a new leaf, full of exciting possibilities? Do birthdays do that? Does anything really?

Before you think I'm turning into Ebenezer Scrooge (I saw an extremely mediocre rendition of Dickens' 'The Christmas Carol' on Christmas Eve last year, by the way), hear me out. Yes, new years, birthdays, festivals, and the like give you an opportunity to look back, and possibly step into something new. Its like we are virtually stepping in and out of invisible buckets- ones we have created in our own minds. While its good to take stock of one's situation every once in a while, these days are just one of the many, where we can take the opportunity to do so. Parties are best when they happen on an impulse. Resolutions can be made any time. And broken any time. Nothing is set in stone.

So just live in the moment, and don't forget to breathe.

Well as new years go by, this one so far has been extremely tough for me. I'm trying to take every day as it comes, deal with situations in the best possible way, respond, not react, and keep my cool. Work has been tough, challenging, and amazing in certain ways - but life, not so much.

I feel i'm achingly close to finding the answer to what I want to do - to do next, anyway. It's like i'm standing on a springboard, ready to take a leap into the unknown, but too afraid to jump. Not just afraid, uncertain - and lazy, even.

Meanwhile, I have found the time to do something creative everyday. Something that might be small, as trivial as a crayon drawing or a well-crafted insta-story. (If you don't follow Shubhi's Revels on Instagram, you might want to think about it now :)

And I hope that as the year progresses, I will keep at it, and it grows bigger and bigger everyday. The blog is of course a place where I plan to keep sharing what I do- It has given me so much over the years, and I don't intend to give it all away.

We are nothing but stories, and it's a shame if those stories do not get told.
For those of you that read my Manhattan Chronicles, there is a part II coming up, and on the way. A more cheerful and less sombre version of the first part :)

Until then, adios, cheers, and may the new year bring new light!

Love,
Shubhi

The Manhattan Chronicle: Part I

2016-12-25T21:29:00.000+05:30

With excerpts from O'Henry's short story, 'The Making of a New Yorker' that chronicles the experiences of Raggles, a penniless poet, who understood the soul of cities, and arrived in the city of Manhattan one day, trying to decipher it, and break it down into words.

She landed from a ferry boat one morning and walked into the core of the town with the blasé air of a cosmopolite.

She was dressed with care to play the role of the 'unidentified woman'. She tried to fit in. Scarves- large, wooly and bright-seemed to be the order of the season. She walked into a store and bought an Amber-coloured one, to match the fall leaves that fluttered around the pavements. And a cap -yes, she must have a cap, with a jaunty bauble at the top - might raise her height by a few inches. And boots with heels - Or maybe not. Wouldn't they worsen her backache?

Yes, she had a NYC map- which she hid carefully in her new luxe Polo Assn bag, and peeked at it only in secluded corners - unless she absolutely had to. She had bought the map from a kindly Punjabi gentleman at one of those shops in the subway, ones that sold everything from chewing-gum to Playboy magazines - for a steep price of $8.

With some money - (unbefitting to a poet), but with the ardor of an astronomer discovering a new star in the milky way, she walked into the great city.

On Broadway Raggles, successful suitor of many cities, stood, bashful, like any country swain. For the first time he experienced the poignant humiliation of being ignored. And when he tried to reduce this brilliant, swiftly changing, ice-cold city to a formula he failed utterly. Poet though he was, it offered him no color similes, no points of comparison, no flaw in its polished facets, no handle by which he could hold it up and view its shape and structure, as he familiarly and often contemptuously had done with other towns. The houses were interminable ramparts loopholed for defense; the people were bright but bloodless spectres passing in sinister and selfish array.

The cold besieged her as soon as she strode out in Central Park, in the mid-morning sunshine.

People ran through the park, in their colourful Nikes. Cyclists sailed past. Dogs ran ahead, their owners not far behind, matching their stride. Nobody stopped and stared.
She finally found the way to the reservoir she had been looking for. The map said it was right there, but she had not been able to find a way to get to it.

And there it was. The Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis Reservoir. Impossibly blue, reflecting the gorgeous Victorian architecture of midtown Manhattan, for many miles. She hurriedly unpacked her breakfast, which she had decided to have in the park. The pizza slice had gotten cold, and the hazelnut flavoured coffee was now sickly sweet and lukewarm, but she sipped it, nevertheless. There was nowhere to sit, so she balanced the pizza on the railing overlooking the reservoir, and tried to take in the beauty. 'This was not supposed to be like this', she thought to herself.
Runners ran past, getting their daily mileage in, as she munched on her cold, cheesy $1 pizza.

Other cities had been easier to fathom-but here was one cold, glittering, serene, impossible as a four carat diamond in a window is to a lover outside fingering damply in his pocket his ribbon counter salary.

The walled city of Manhattan gave her no clue.

The thing that weighed heaviest on Raggles's soul was the spirit of absolute egotism that seemed to saturate the people as toys are saturated with paint. Each one that he considered appeared a monster of abominable and insolent conceit. Humanity was gone from them; they were toddling idols of stone and varnish, worshipping themselves and greedy for though oblivious of worship from their fellow graven images. Frozen, cruel, implacable, impervious, cut to an identical pattern, they hurried on their ways like statues brought by some miracles to motion, while soul and feeling lay unaroused in the reluctant marble.

Brisk waiters in restaurants - Subway station masters that cut you short when you asked them something- unresponsive metro-card-reader machines - Long ramps through the changing subway lines in the labyrinth that is the Manhattan Underground- People absorbed, in their phones and Kindles- Kindly bartenders(only if she tipped them well) - ATM machines that refused to read her card-Handsome men that sought acquaintance from others around, who, like them, belonged - It seemed that her mask wasn't holding up very well.

She trudged along, with four bags that were twice her weight, while the streets of 33rd and Broadway hummed all around her. Miles around, neon shop signs as high as the sky, and glittering buildings above them, clouded her mind, and engulfed her senses. Road crossings, subway stairs, and crowded escalators - She made her way through these, feeling a sense of utter discomfort and alienation that was impossible to describe. Dare she ask one of these people for help? She was not bashful - she had overcome her shyness many years ago- But those impenetrable faces, and the speed at which they walked past - She thought almost caught a few, but realised after they walked past, that she hadn't. Had she imagined that microsecond of eye-contact? That tiny sliver of empathy that had peeked through? Well, she must have imagined it.

Raggles summoned his courage and sought alms from the populace. Unheeding, regardless, they passed on without the wink of an eyelash to testify that they were conscious of his existence. And then he said to himself that this fair but pitiless city of Manhattan was without a soul; that its inhabitants were manikins moved by wires and springs, and that he was alone in a great wilderness.

She had met places before. Some welcomed her into them, with a natural embrace. Some were intriguing, distant, but exciting nevertheless. And some, so huge, so magnificent, and sure of themselves, turned on her, entirely full of themselves.

Well, the city did have a heart. She had seen it when she visited it, a long time ago. In the windows of west village. In a steaming hot cup of coffee. Hidden in the complements of an Italian shopkeeper. In the endless delicious layers of a Mexican bowl.

It was not buried so deep within its glittering exterior, than it was shrouded in the clouds of her mind. She went on to find it as the days passed, and she stored up those memories, treasured, and put them in a bottle like a time capsule. And she will write about it someday, soon, too.

Until then, this is what she did go through, and we capture it in this chronicle, true as day.

Love,
Shubhi

Traveller, Twice

2016-11-28T08:53:00.002+05:30

Lately I have been finding myself going to most places I have travelled to, twice.
Some travels to places are by serendipity, some by design. The feeling that these travels evoke, are always distinct, and interesting. They range anywhere from renewed wonder to glassy eyed boredom. But almost always, they evoke a reflection of your self - of what you were like when you last went there, and what has changed. You can see a distinct difference in the way you looked at things, and how life, as it is, has changed you.

As a feeling, I love the way Nostalgia makes me feel. I love remembering good things fondly, and travels, which always affect me in a good way, are no exception to this! Because of this trait, I am always excited to do things over again, given a chance! It's not like I don't like to try the new things - but I have been guilty, on multiple occasions, of picking out a book that made me feel contemplative when I read it before - or of picking out a movie that I have watched before, knowing the exact reactions that I would have, or of frequenting the same cafe, listening to the same music, and so on.

I love looking at these things with new eyes, and yet sinking into the familiar feeling that they give me. Thankfully this habit of repetition does not extend to my outfits - I DO NOT like wearing an outfit in the same way twice, and hence, since four years, this fashion blog thrives.

As an extension to this, I have made a mental note to not travel to the same place twice, not on purpose atleast. There is so much to be seen, heard and experienced- and so little time!

Posting some pictures of my most recent travel to Cochi, Kerela. The last time I visited, I wrote this post. I visited this time again, to attend a wedding, though the experience was quite different :)
I ended up visiting the close friend who got married last time I visited, and visited familiar temples and walked some streets, once again!

Sharing some pictures now!

Stalls decked up in preparation of the upcoming temple festival.

Me, and some retail therepy. The variety and variations of the simple white saree were mind-blowing! Ended up crushing on quite a few and even getting myself one!

Around the street of the familiar temple - got to see the elephant processions again! Though I apparently missed the big temple festival that was about to happen next week!

The demonitization move has affected everyone quite badly - From arranging for change, to drop in sales of some goods, the effects have been multifold. People do accept old currency - Our cab drivers took old 500s and 1000s gladly - along with the new notes.

More Stalls alongside the Temple Road

Spent some time at the Hill Palace, saw some deer in the park, ate some ice-cream - It was like childhood revisited :)

And this is the simple outfit that I wore to the wedding!

A photograph from last time, the same temple, the same elephant, and the same me.
But not quite.

Writing this travelogue, because I will probably love reading it later on. I hope you will like it, too!

Love,
Shubhi

Print Parade: Part I

2016-11-03T20:33:00.000+05:30

Art, Styling, Creative Direction: Shubhi

Photos: Mom!<3

Well, Diwali is upon us and holiday-dressing is something I always get on to at the very last minute! Mostly, its about raiding my mom's closet. But this year, with my mom's closet far away, I needed to come up with something from my meagre resources. And viola!

This look is so unlike me, for various reasons. While I grew as a blogger, I developed a niche that fitted very naturally with my theme- dreamy, fairy-tale like, romantic fashion. I still love the theme, though I'm pretty much over the big bows everywhere and ruffles blossoming at every curve. (Suddenly, Henry Higgins' 'Weeds here, weeds there' My Fair Lady reference comes to mind XD)

Secondly, I never ever felt like wearing glasses, until I found these beauties at Colaba last year.

So there you go. This amazing double-sided block-printed trench-kurta-jacket thing is so awesome, I got it from Jaipur's Nehru bazaar streets a month back! The chequered skirt I got online - And the earrings are flee-market shopped as well.(The only new item I got this Diwali.)

Trusty platform shoes are from Mochi.

Part II of this look is coming up verrryy soon! Because, guess what, this jacket has superpowers, and can be reversed and there are amazing things waiting on the other side :P

See you there!

Love,

Shubhi.

Print Parade: Part II

2016-11-01T21:44:00.002+05:30

So as promised, bringing to you the part II of my Diwali look! You can find Part I of this reversible jacket, replayed with a cool chic vibe, in my previous post here.

This yellow silk skirt is just so bright, so crinkly and so darn beautiful! I absolutely love to wear it on special occasions! I had got it for my friends wedding, about a year back.

Sporting:

The other side of my double-sided jacket,

Silk skirt from BIBA

Silver purse-neckpiece, a gift from a friend

Platform shoes from Mochi

Earrings: Flee Market shopped

Im posting this as I'm travelling, and I will be posting some travel pictures here soon! Still thinking of a great way to visually document my travel. Oh yes, and did I mention I'm in Seattle, USA currently? So excited! The trees are clothed in their fall beauty, the streets are littered with brightly hued leave of every description, and the air is a cool 16 degrees. There is soo much to see, learn, and do in this world. I feel immensely grateful and privileged to have a chance to travel, whenever I do.

Love,

Shubhi.

Indigo Dreams

2016-10-29T22:39:00.002+05:30

Photography, Styling, Creative Direction: Shubhi
Location: Hotel Fairmont, Jaipur

Blue is all around. It is in the golden sun-warmed skies, it is speckled across the rolling Aravalis at dusk, and it is concentrated in bands on my crinkled cotton skirt, which I have decided to wear as a dress, in this post.

Love,
Shubhi.

Cinnamon Girl

2016-10-22T20:59:00.002+05:30

Styling, Making, Creative Direction, Photography(Mom helped!) : Shubhi

I'm extremely excited to share this post with you guys, because of the nifty DIY brooches that it sports! I absolutely enjoyed making these glittery felt brooches, and have made tons of them mimicking different quirky things that speak to me!
I plan to pin them on all kinds of clothes, to give them that instant pop uplift!
Anyhoo, outfit details are as follows:

*Denim Jacket-ONLY

*Black stretchy pants- Ginger, I think?

*Shoes (That are undone)- Mochi

*Pop pin-ups, Choker-DIY

Making things gives me immense joy. So does sleeping, sewing, singing, and sipping a quiet cup of tea. And that's just the 's' list.
So here's the battle of my life right now. Making time for these things that give me joy, while turning my head away from numerous kinds of LCD screens that clamor for my attention. I think I'm winning. Putting the phone in another room, face-down, under a large pile of laundry helps.

You should try it too!

PS: Leave me a comment if you like the look. It makes my day!

Love,

Shubhi.

A Post that Never got Published

2016-10-18T20:05:00.000+05:30

Back in April, 2013, I worked on a post that I never published, for some reason.

I look back at it, and it's almost surreal :) Nothing much has changed since then, except that...too much has changed!

I love how it has references to almost everything that's special to me in my life even right now, especially the friends and the places! So, here it goes:

10 Things I did Last Month

1. Spent some time with my pet cat, and my camera.

2. Designed and made this DIY lantern with some steel wire and post-it notes. Mood lighting for my room!

3. Did a photoshoot on the building terracce.

4.Spent some time in our vacation home with family.

5.Welcomed in the bright sunshine. Hola Summer!

6.Excitedly received this parcel from Precious You, I won a giveaway at The Fashion Flite! Everything about it was beautiful, the earrings, the package, and the cute little note!

7. Went for a lunch date in town.

8. Reminisced about old friends. Dug out old pictures and edited them...I'm an obsessive compulsive photo editor, by the way.

9.Grabbed a coffee at the newly opened Starbucks with a friend. I love the way Starbucks in India has a whole new luxury brand identity, as opposed to the regular-street-corner-cofeeshop look abroad

10. Booked tickets to this place. I'm going next week to attend a dear friend's wedding! So excited, have to get busy planning some Indian traditional outfits soon!

Hope you'll had a lovely week!

Love,