

There is always some celebration going on at home in India. Someone getting married, someone's birthday, someone just had a baby, someone is having a 7 course dinner because (s)he just felt like it. When I got here in the beginning of the year, I attended weddings like it was going out of style. My brothers have grown to have busy lives (you know how it is), so I got my sorry butt dragged around by my parents. I am not complaining. Apart from the consumerist foolishness that one might see at some weddings, I enjoy these gatherings. Over the past couple of months, they were the primary occasions where I got to meet most of my family and our family friends.
Now it is March. March is an important month in our family because two important people have their birthdays--my Dad and my Grandma (this is my Dad's mom). For both of them, birthdays are serious business. Actually, I am convinced that my Dad feels that the yearly calendar clocks on his birthday. Now you know why I am the way I am. It is all in the genes.
My Grandma's 85th (oh yes, 85th) birthday was last week. Her birthday requests were a hat and white handkerchiefs. As some of you might have already read, the
hat worked out pretty quickly under her close supervision. It was an early grandma present which is currently undergoing ample use.
Coming to the white handkerchiefs. When Grandma means white, she means white. No frills or detours from the plan. This worked out perfect for me. I had no intention to make hand-knit handkerchiefs...and now that I can (somewhat) sew, why not some cotton kerchiefs?
Is sewing for the obsessive? In the beginning, these kerchiefs drove me peanuts. I just had to get perfect squares, and all of them had to line up in the EXACT same way. Let me tell you that the kerchiefs did not go "perfectly as planned"--they are not perfect squares and the stitching is not in a straight line. I did not use grid boards, etc, but now I am convinced that they were made for people like ME.
PS: I now I have deep respect for all who sew--especially my tailor here in India who puts up with my obsessive way.
Ok, Grandma said white. But how could I?
I mean, I do like white, but just white? So I slipped in some bright orange for the stitching. When she received the gift, it seemed like she did not mind.
Fabric: White cotton fabric from Ravi's Craft Shop, Commercial Street, Bangalore
Pattern: Do not get me started about perfect squares and perfectly straight lines.