06/06/2023
I grew up watching my mom take the most beautiful and delicate care of her Indian clothing. Sorting, handwashing, hang drying, ironing. To be honest, we would hang all of our clothes to dry outside. My chore was always to take the clothes off the line at the end of the day. And it was magic. I still remember the scent (of the outside). The wind blowing the colorful chuniyan, the sunshine peeking through, shifting the hues, the shadows created on the ground and the wall.
My Savera had fun with this session. It was too cold and windy for her. But I think we might try it again in the summer!