IN SEARCH OF BAMBOO. Since civilization began, man has learned to work with his natural surroundings, for shelter, warmth and food. Sadly, we now live in a world where we have turned our back on…
Staying in Jaipur, I was asked to help out some volunteers at an NGO, They are coming to paint a wall on the outside of the school, in one of the backstreets in the slum.…
Hands clasped to mine we have walked. As giants together we have faced our adventures. And now you face it alone as you have done before. And I face mine as I hurt not to…
Sewing Skills on the decline It is time bring them back. When did you last mend a garment or sew on a button? Chances are many of you do not own a sewing machine or…
How clued up are you on your fabrics.? Can you tell your 100% cottons from your polyesters? What is natural and what is man-made? You may be surprised to know that cotton manufactured in today’s…
Seldom gate is swinging slow, beyond the path we seldom see. And should we seldom want to go, The gate swings shut to stoppeth thee. A breeze brings breathlessness to sigh, for we shall seldom…
In 1981, my mother died of cancer at the age of 42. My sister and I were in our early twenties and my mother left us her business. In fact, what she left us with…
They were back again, the two of them huddled together over my photo album of fancy-dress costumes. These two women were the bane of my life, quaint yes, however, they were the type of annoying…