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Piping Hot Jalebis

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HotJalebis
As our trip to India nears, I’ve got Indian sweets on the brain.  Piping hot Jalebis, cooked in Desi Ghee, are quite possibly the best thing I’ve ever put in my mouth.  Jalebis are made from gram flour that is deep fried, in the best case in Desi Ghee (clarified butter), then soaked in boiling sugar.   So the end result is dripping hot fried batter soaked in sugary syrup.  I am a pretty clean eater; I save up my junk-food rations for over-the-top indulgences.  There’s a spot in Delhi that is famous for its Jalebis.  I found this video that shows you the famous Jalebiwala at work:

Until next time, sweet dreams of sweet Jalebis!
namaste~
Carter

Leaving on a Jet Plane…

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India Shopping Collage

I’ve been itching for a journey for quite a while now, and finally the plans have been made.  We’re going to India, and I cannot wait!  The journey is, in so many ways, the reward for me.  I love the adventure, I love the hunt, I love never knowing what kind of colorful magic I’m going to find down the next alleyway. I will admit that this trip is going to be more stressful than our last, as my business has grown quite a bit.  So there are lots of things things that I will have to maintain from overseas. But where there is internet, there is a way!   I want to let all of my customers know that during my absence, there may be a slight shipping delay.  From November 13- December 20, expect your orders to take a few extra days to ship.  Sorry to add to your holiday stress, but that’s the way it is!

I promise to share pictures of the journey here, and on my social media outlets.  So if you aren’t following me already, now’s the time.  Here are my feeds:
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Off to plan for my travels.
Until next time,

namaste~
Carter

For the love of ribbon

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I feel like a butterfly at times, lighting here and there, but only for a moment.   I am quite fortunate that my currently inventory levels are at an all-time high.  There are so many goods things piled up in this warehouse that I can’t list them fast enough.  I am a “bit chomper”….I can’t do anything fast enough.  So while having all of this inventory is so awesome, it also stresses me out because I want to photograph it and list it all at once!  And so I bounce around from one box to the next, one pile to the other, pulling a few things from here, a few from there.  My goal these days is to offer you 5 new items a day.  Be they ribbons, beads, tassels, textiles, I hope to bring you 5 new treasures daily.  Today’s offerings are from my ribbon stash.  As we move towards Fall, I have chosen some richer palettes for this week.  Here are some freshly-photographed items, just listed today.

In addition to bringing you lots of global goods daily, I am efforting to check in here more often.  Many of you have told me lately that you didn’t realize I have a blog.  I don’t have much of one, but I hope to change that.  We’ve got some travels and adventures coming up here in the next few months, and I think it would be fun to share that with you all.  So I’m going to start nurturing the blogging habit starting now.

FuschiaRibbon1 TealRibbon1 Bullseye: Green, Red Festive Silk Trim, Ribbon, Sari Border, India 3"x1 Yard / Christmas, Circular, Repeating Pattern, Sewing Supplies DIY, WomanShopsWorld Blooms at Dusk: Teal, Pink, Aqua Foral Silk Trim, Ribbon, Sari Border, India 2.5"x1 Yard / Garden, Craft, Wedding, Sewing Supplies, DIY, WomanShopsWorld

Until next time,
namaste~
Carter

Homesick

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You know the feeling of homesick?  We all know it.  That strange feeling in your stomach, almost jittery, but somber.  Hard to name, until suddenly it hits you right between the eyes.  You want to click your heels like Dorothy and be back in Kansas.  A strange thing happened to me the other day.  Aveesh and I were in the Indian store here in Charlotte.  It was a Wednesday morning, nothing exceptional was going on.  Except that I normally go to the Indian store alone.  Aveesh is normally on the road.  But we have been blessed to have a short break in our show schedule, so he’s been here for a week, and we get to have next week together too.  A regular life, where we go to the office together, come home together.  It’s beautiful.

So there we were, walking into the Indian store.  We opened the door, and the incense wafted out.  The chanting devotional was playing in the background, the one I heard on replay last time we were in Jaipur.  (The friends we stay with there have a beautiful shrine in their house, and there was devotional music dancing from the shrine almost 24 hours a day on our last visit.  I am not very learned in the different deities of Hindi yet, but I gather that there was some prayer or act of devotion for which this constant music was being played.)  So there we are, picking up some Turnip Pickle, Parathas, hair oil, Paneer, Turmeric, and such.  And all of the sudden I am transported.  It was like I expected to walk out of the Indian store, into the streets of Delhi.  I guess it was the sensory overload of the incense, the smell of the spices, the music, the mouth-watering anticipation of eating the pickle.  Having Aveesh with me made it seem more like we were in India, too.  It was like my senses had transported me across the world, and for a brief moment, I would have sworn that I was in India.  Once I acknowledged this momentary space-travel, the feelings changed from excited sensory overload, to homesick.  And there I was: in the middle of Charlotte in a strip mall, homesick for India.

Those of you who know me, know that I am not from India.  I am from South Carolina; born and raised Southern girl.  I have long-suspected, and more recently had affirmative suspicions, that in a former life, I lived in India.   There is something more than happenstance going on between me and India; I think it’s synchronicity.  I married India when I married Aveesh.  Though is he is the least-Indian Hindustani I have ever met, he carries so much of India with him.  Now that I have travelled to his motherland, experienced her beauty, her fascination, her whirlwind of curious chaos for myself, I oftentimes think how strange the orderliness of America must be to Aveesh.  And I now crave more of India’s sensory assault.

I’m not sure when our next Indian journey will be.  Maybe August?  But I know one thing: wherever I am, wherever I call home, I carry India with me.

India Dreaming