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Piping Hot Jalebis


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!

Leaving on a Jet Plane…


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:

Off to plan for my travels.
Until next time,


The boxes are arriving!


Things are moving and shaking in the land of WomanShopsWorld.  I have always been a shopper.  No matter where I go, I can’t help but look for the colorful and unusual to add to my collection.  And I’ve always been told I have a good eye.  A good eye for color and patterns, and a good vision for what to do with things.  I find that I can often see the magic potential in something when others just see a scrap of fabric.  I’m also a real believer in letting the universe guide me where I need to go.  So I’m pretty ecstatic with the direction in which this Woman Shopping the World is heading!

All of this started with my opening an etsy shop about a year and a half ago, where I started selling African beads. Then I discovered some vintage African fabrics, so added those too. After a few trips to India and making more new discoveries, I decided there was much more that I needed to be sharing.  Add some ribbons and trims, and some natural Indian beads to the offering.  Over the past few months, I’ve been doing more shows with my worldly goods, and realize that this is way more exciting, fulfilling, and fun than the bead shows I’m used to.   So throw in a few Thai pompoms and embroidered textiles, hair ponies and bags, and the mix is getting even more colorful!  Add some Nepali clothes and accessories, some Rajasthani embroidered umbrellas, and some patchworked Banjara bags, and you’ve got yourself a bazaar.  And that’s pretty much where we are.  I like to think of it as a traveling boho emporium.  And lucky for you, I think this show is just getting started.

Scott’s Antique Market  (Atlanta, GA) is next weekend, and my offerings are growing by the day!  Here are some pictures of me opening our shipment of Nepali goods that came yesterday.  If colorful and boho is your style, follow this leader.  We’re going good places!  More pictures to come as more goods arrive.

We’re off to Cincinnati this weekend for the Intergalactic Bead & Jewelry Show.  It’s all about beads this weekend, but come next Wednesday I’ll be setting up the best booth at Scott’s, full of WomanShopsWorld bounty!

Until next time~


Retail Therapy at the International Market


If you’re anything like me, one of the reasons you love travel is for the love of food.  My mouth starts watering at the thought of Indian Chaat, Horchata, Pho, sauteed Choy Sum, ….the list goes on and on.  Though it would be nice to travel internationally all the time, I do spend my fair share of time at home, or at least up and down the east coast, doing bead shows and the like.  But the beautiful thing is that you don’t have to go to India to get mouth-watering Bhel Puri, Thailand to indulge in deliciously spicy Tom Kha, or South America to savor fried Plantains.  The world is a pretty small little oyster when you get right down to it.  And there are LOTS of pearls!
Choose your heat!

Aveesh and I are on the road a lot, and in almost every city, we make a point of finding an International market or eatery.  We’ve found some amazing ethnic groceries in the least-expected places.  African Grocery, Greek Market, Asian Market, South American Seafood Market, you name it, we’ll stop.  The vast selections of curiously intriguing goodies is such a lure, we can’t get enough.  Unusual looking veggies, hot sauces galore, dry seasonings, teas, candy and cookies, nuts, fruits, pickles, chocolates….And the packaging is always so fun to read.  Colors, characters, words, pictures, some of which have meaning to me, and lots of which have to be deciphered by my taste buds.  There’s a certain element of mystery and surprise when shopping in international markets.  I’ve been pleasantly and disappointingly surprised.  There were the delicious Rose Linda Mango/chili/salt lollipops from Mexico that make my mouth water to think about them.  And then there were the pickled leeks from Vietnam that were overly sweet and strange.  But that’s all part of the adventure!

We’re heading to Atlanta as I type, for the Down the Street Bead Show.  We’ll be staying with my cousin, who happens to live just down the street from the Cobb International Farmer’s Market.  We were here last weekend too, and I must confess that we stopped to just pick up a few things for dinner, and didn’t emerge for at least an hour.  The flavors of the world sucked us right in.  I took a few pictures of some of my favorite aisles.  Maybe the colors and imagined flavors will encourage you to step out of the safe haven of your neighborhood chain supermarket.  Travel the aisles of the world’s flavors and see what you find. I bet you’ll be pleasantly intrigued!

Are you a seasoned International Market shopper?  What are some of your favorite finds?  Do share!

99 bottles of Aloe Juice on the wall, take one down, pass it aroundInternational Sweets



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