What Can You Do With Indian Saris?

Hello there!

I recently had a question about the use of saris from one of my subscribers in India, Jerome D'souza...

He asked:"Why is it that people use saris for furnishings? My wife is interested to see just how you do that."

So I took some photos of what I did with the saris.

I love silk saris and couldn't help buying up big when I was in India - especially from the 'silicone city' of India, Bangalore (which also happens to be a terrific place to buy quality saris from!)It was a funny experience really because I was buying the saris with the explicit intention of hanging them across rooms and from windows -- without spoiling the lovely view from our home.

Look I've tried tying a sari around me and it's 50 times harder than tying a sarong and twice as funny! lol ;-)

Here are some photos of the beautiful saris in-situ.

See afterwards for a 'not so funny' story about bringing the saris back to Australia...

Our loungeroom with chiffon sari from Kolkata heavily encrusted with diamantes and fake jewellery. Notice the table cover, which has hundreds of hours of intricate workings on it. Absolutely beautiful -- I couldn't resist it...


Pure silk sari from Bangalore. I had to put several back that day becuase the bill was kind of ummm... huge! lol

Pure silk sari from Bangalore with beautiful detail in shiny gold. I love watching it blow in the breeze and sparkle in the sun.



Glorious sheer chiffon sari from Kolkata encrusted with very fine diamantes in all different colours. This one sways above our head in the breeze from the verandah at night.

This is a chiffon sari from Chennai brought back for me by Vijay, my old supervisor from Modular Mining. This is the one I had fun trying to wrap around my body without success. ;-) See the heavily worked piece on the bed. It's just beautiful.

The not so funny story? Well I'd had a rotten experience after getting out of Mumbai domestic aiport... Just trying to get to the international airport on my own with two heavy bags was difficult. I was given a bum steer by a guy who put me into an old taxi where the driver tried to rip me off of the very little cash I had left. (I was planning to use it to cover any excess baggage charges I might face...)

But after yelling, screaming and pleading in the dark with this guy that I had no money left whatsoever... he dropped me off in the rain a good kilometre from the airport. #@!$*!

Not happy Jan! I was running late!

Nevertheless, I persevered... After five weeks of working flat out, I was finally going home! So I had my luggage scanned and had to put up with a bitchy female police officer who wanted to check out all the jewellery and saris that I'd purchased... Just taking her time asking which shop I bought this and that from. Like I could remember? Jeez! lol

Then I went to good old Qantas to check my luggage in and found that I was 25kg overweight!

Ok I'll pay the difference. Oh you will ma'am @ $36/kg! Yes that's right --> $900 in excess baggage. $@#!%^**!

All I can say is Qantas sucks and thank goodness for coporate AmEx cards! Thanks Modular Mining. :-)

I actually got teary when I finally landed at Sydney airport... It'd been too long. Gimme a meat pie please! hahaha!

So, what do you think of the saris as window furnishings?

Warm regards
Eva Browne-Paterson