Yesterday was a bad cyclone for about one hour down here in Bali. We never had that often but once we have, it could turned out quiet scary. It was like a war zone, debris flying here there, electricity was off, and some tree collapses. Thank God nothing really bad damaging or hurting people (and animal). And today was all nice and sunny as if such of cyclone never happened. :|
I must say I am quiet happy that we decided to buy palm trees when we move to our house here. Yes, we bought trees! It is mainly because we do not want to spend years watching them growing, we only want to enjoy these trees right then. And now.. it made quiet nice backdrop for my outfit photos. haha...
I have been invited by my dear friend Maria Garcia to the launching of her textiles collection
"Paysanne Other Souls" do visit the website, my photos here are poor representation of the beautiful fabrics, I can always blame it on the lighting, ha!
The only thing that I regret when I was in India was not buying enough of Indian cotton with block printed motifs on it! (seen here is my top) I learned from the factory and fabric shops that we visited the earliest areas where block printing developed were located in Andhra Pradesh and Gujarat. The art of block printing began in the 18th century in Rajasthan and the craft has been passed down from generation to generation. The finest contemporary block printing is still found in this area. The main tools of the printer are wooden blocks in different shapes. Each block is hand carved from seasoned teak wood by skilled artisans. The new blocks are soaked in oil for 10-15 days to soften the grain in the timber.
Me and a bunch of friends decided to do a road trip towards Singaraja to visit the Sekumpul waterfall. Sekumpul waterfall is one of the most beautiful waterfall on the island. In this area there two groups of waterfall with two different water sources, its called Sekumpul waterfall & Lemukih waterfall.
When I visited New Delhi as the last jumping point before heading home to Bali, I was staying in the house of my best friend that resides in U.K. Thus, I was host and entertained by her father & mother. Dada (I called him) or uncle told me that ".... after all, New Delhi is a 2000 years old city..."
I am WOW-ed!