27 September, 2014

Too much of a…Tassel.

27 September, 2014

Too much of a…Tassel.

Growing up I was obsessed with the dusty-pink tassel ropes that were tied around our curtains.

As I got older and learnt how to untie knots (to my mum's dismay), I'd untie the tassel ropes and walk around the house with them draped around my neck. Sounds slightly dangerous.....but all I wanted to do was 'wear' the tassels. Yes, I was a slightly strange kid. But, it just made me so happy. Secretly...one of the key reasons I…

28 December, 2013

Tandoori Turkey.

28 December, 2013

Tandoori Turkey.

Without fail, each Christmas...a plump tandoori turkey is placed on our table. 100% fusion. 100% delicious. We take tandoori chicken to the next level. We also sprinkle garam masala into our fruit cake. And make hot chilli prawns instead of the traditional cold pre-cooked ones. We slightly 'indianify' everything. We can't help ourselves. This year was no different. The tandoori turkey was one of the best yet. Marinated and cooked to perfection (Great Team work…

08 December, 2013

Mama Africa.

08 December, 2013

Mama Africa.

I have made some new friends. They are the guys  that live next door to my work building. They are African Drummers. They have dread-locks. They import & export drums. Let's just say ....they got da riddim' Last week, they invited me to attend one of  their 'African dance classes'. It took a bit of convincing, but I decided to go. I rocked up in my colourful 'African-inspired' pants and big hoop earrings. Only to…

29 May, 2013

Gurrrll, what’s your name?…..Brown Sugar

29 May, 2013

Gurrrll, what’s your name?…..Brown Sugar

A creamy piece of milk chocolate. A steamy cup of coffee. A well-worn pair of leather boots. A raw American black walnut table. And....my skin. All Brown. All Beautiful. (Ofcourse, there are are something which are brown and not so beautiful...but I HATE toilet humour so I am not going to go there....) Coming from an Indian background, I was born with chocolate coloured skin. Born and bought up in Australia, my friends have always…

24 February, 2013

My day as a ‘giant freckle’….

24 February, 2013

My day as a ‘giant freckle’….

Brown underneath. Multi-coloured on top. Yes, on Sunday after the 5km Colour Run, I resembled that of a giant freckle. The Colour Run was a 5km fundraiser run - we wore white t-shirts and walked 5km with coloured powder been thrown at us...hair, eyes, ears, arms...I was a piece of fairy bread (on brown bread). The explosion of colour was amazing. It was quite hilarious to watch grown men rolling around the ground covering themselves…

12 November, 2012

Fighting, feasting and foraging…

12 November, 2012

Fighting, feasting and foraging…

As they say, the kitchen is the heart and soul of the home. They extend beyond the functional – they are the power centre. The hub. It is a place where my family goes to feast, fight and forage (for food). NB: without bias my mum is a brilliant cook – it must be the artist in her. Growing up, from sneaky midnight snacks to post-break up emotional binge eating…the kitchen has always been there.…

16 September, 2012

Where did I come from?

16 September, 2012

Where did I come from?

"Where did I come from?" A classic educational cartoon book, which clearly explains the process of 'making babies' to young children. As an naive seven year old, I have a vivid memory of reading this book with my friend Ellie, hiding under the bed and giggling at all the pictures. * * * Admittedly, I am a little strange. I sometimes catch myself doing or saying things which I know are a little odd. I…

25 August, 2012

My sister…a ‘global’ battler.

25 August, 2012

My sister…a ‘global’ battler.

She is the youngest of 3 girls. She is the baby. She is completely loveable. She has everyone (especially my dad wrapped around her little finger). She is intelligent - and is very perceptive of the world around her (something which I completely lack). However....in the last 3 months..she has been a bit of a battler! After being accepted to study in Spain for 6 months, you think one of the first things she would…

20 July, 2012

My mum…the artist.

20 July, 2012

My mum…the artist.

Yes, my blog does seem to be overtaken by my family this week. First my grandfather...and now my mum. As most of you probably know by now - my mum is a crazy artist. Crazy being the key word (Click here to hear more about how crazy she really is.... post) I just wanted to share, how incredibly proud I am of her this week. Despite, some personal set backs this year she somehow managed to…

17 July, 2012

My 80th post dedicated to….. my 80 year old Grandfather!!

17 July, 2012

My 80th post dedicated to….. my 80 year old Grandfather!!

My grandfather (we call him Papaji) is the ultimate ambassador of good design. From his clothes, to his house, to his travel destinations, to his golfing accessories - he is a 'design hunter' - always living in design. However, I believe he doesn't hunt design consciously.  Unlike the Surry Hills hipsters, to him, it comes naturally, unforced, subconciously. Papaji is turning 80 years old in a month & what better way to celebrate my 80th…

28 May, 2012

Please take a seat.

28 May, 2012

Please take a seat.

As promised...here are some gorgeous Indian Indoor swings.
In Gujurat (where my family is originally from) - they are called hichkars (in hindi they are called Jhula's).
Upon visiting India, one highlight of being dragged from one aunty's house to another's (besides the delicious Indian sweets) was sitting on their hichkar's. They seems to be a common element in many traditional indian homes.
The  jhula's historical roots are embedded in the Mughal era. They were used to put babies…