long long time ago

maternal love

a.) My mom found this salmon sheath (Calvin Klein!) in her cupboard and has kindly donated it to my worthy wardrobe.
b.) The black dress which incidentally was also my new year outfit; is by Mothercare for to be mothers obviously. I suppose I should be embarrassed but of course I'm not! I love it too much to care.
To Mothers! Hear! Hear!

the underskirt

It's almost always worn under a saree. It's starchy, costs about Rs.50 (that's a dollar & some cents) and is available in most colours on the colour wheel. I couldn't help falling in love.

(in case anyone was wondering, (in case) I still cannot expose my legs. And don't try to figure out the contraption on my head in the last ensemble.)

the poor relative

hup one two three

I feel so completely out of the loop. Lots of blog reading to catch up on. So you can expect me to stop by, yes you!

yes we do.

on the white stairway

i must be dreaming

i have missed this.

84 hours later

We went to the beach, ran along playing catch 'n' cook and built a shrine for my shoes apart from other things. An adorable mongrel stopped by to watch and patted my hand warmly, giving us his approval of our spontaneous, juvenile behaviour.

The next evening Mawster Zachary (he deserves his very own fashion blog) and me walked along the promenade. I had muddy chocolate icecream, a chicken shwarma roll and salty lemonade. He just looked on. The background score- somebody's happy/boisterous wedding band.

Monday night- drinks and dinner with Kimbo (the costume designer), Paul (the visiting theatre artist), Rads (the drama queen) at my favourite jukebox place. Zachary was there too, but he was having a "bad bad bad" picture day so I hath been forbidden from putting up his picture.

My new old wayfarers. Obviously popular from the look of the pictures.

The day after I saw Kimbo off to a lunch date. Her outfit made me imagine that she was going to bid a tearful, romantic farewell to her sailor love. Which is NOT what she did.

I hurried to go visit my grandparents thereafter. Grandfathers are great and but grandmothers are my favourite. My grandma thought I was getting chubby but she made sure I stuffed myself anyway and gave me pocket money!

(I'm hilarious when I skulk around trying to fit in the picture frame.)

p.s. I'm more of a photoshopper that photographer. I miss my laptop, I shall never ever leave behind again.

leaving in a blue bus.

Wish me luck, I'm leaving home to pursue my "dreams and all that."

oh the mayhem!

memory lane

and look what I found!

she had a bad day.

But I didn't!
Jello on springs and Masala Chai made my day by nominating me for the "you make my day" award. It's plain to see how thrilled I am!

I'd like to nominate-
Cotton candy
Diary of a third world fashionista
Dreamecho
It's a bit personal
Jello on springs
Masala chai
Nonsense on stilettos
Self destructive rebel a.k.a Baliga
Tango Pirates and Absinthe
The clothes horse


All who make me smile, laugh, think and discover something new everytime I visit their blogs.

woman at work

being tagged is hardwork.

Almost a month back I was tagged by Jello on Springs to reveal the inside story of my blog. I'm sorry it took so long. Here it goes.

1. What is the story behind the name of your blog and your nickname?
I have this childish fascination for all things alliterative and silly rhyming. I made a list of all the probable names, took a poll amongst family and friends and ‘the fashion rookie’s jar’ turned out to be most popular (‘studious stylist’ was runner-up). Of course, the idea is that if you said fashionrookiesjar really quick it might sound like fortunecookiesjar. It doesn’t mean much but if you really dig deep, then all you’ll get is that I’m putting forth snippets of my style (like the little notes in fortune cookies) and that when it comes to fashion, art, etc. I’m like an eager intern, always wanting to learn.
My nickname Indi is an almost anagram of my real name. It is what my grandma came up with; she refused to wear dentures and found it hard to pronounce my name. Indi was easy and soft on her tongue.

2. Why did you start blogging in the first place?
I started my first blog when I was away from home. Since I’m not much of a talker, blogging seemed the ideal way to get things off my chest.

3. What has been your best blogging experience? What about the worst?
Receiving encouraging comments from bloggers all over the world that serve as incentive for me to keep my creative juices flowing, is by far the best experience. Worst, I suppose, is when things turn nasty on the comment space of anyone’s blog (mine has been spared so far). The whole point of blogging is freedom of expression, but when opinions are put across in a rude, vindictive manner, it is upsetting.

4. What do you think will happen to your blog in 2008?
Most of my blogging is dictated by my mood swings, which means I have absolutely no inkling of what I may do next. However, I'm going to try very hard to my disappearing act less often.

Sometime later Dreamecho asked me to spill the contents of my bag.

I think the only item that requires explaining is the piggy measuring tape (which a very dear friend gave me, knowing my love for pig things). I've been toting that around because I'm in charge of the renovation of my home. Of course, I'm taken so seriously when I whip that out.

As for tagging others, I think I've been such a late latif that most on my list have been already tagged. But for those haven't done this yet, I've just tagged you!

new camera, new green walls, good ol' sister.

She's my favourite model albeit a very reluctant one.

Tolerant, generous to a fault and silly.

Some of my long-limbed loved one's lovable quotes -

* " Oh look! They are cracking bursters!"

* " Vaseline makes your lips shiny hence it is make-up, a false illusion. I don't want to wear make-up."
* " C'mon, let's go. What do you feel like eating today?"

And the reason why this post is dedicated to her is because, she is buying me

or

despite the fact she's thinks I have way too many already.

yesterday, actually.

whose?

loops and rounds

cinnamon green tea