I had planned this for a while, making a box vignette for Winni on her birthday the way I did for Uncle Vasu's 80th just a few months back.
I wanted to make a box that is essentially her, someone who wears the most outrageously mini dresses but would occasionally don a traditional saree for her boyfriend (she a Catholic, he from a family of a devout Hindu); a beer guzzler who loves to dance but whom I have never seen drunk; immaculate hair except in the rain; a fierce foe but also a loyal and devoted partner.
One side of the box reads: I am not a sari kind of girl but sometimes for love, I kind of am.
I completed the vignette in an afternoon.
She wears a saree of course but it is one of glitter and suede with a veil in the boldest print and brightest blue. Like a leading lady in a Bollywood movie, she dances under a tree but her tree blooms in a burst of untamed hues and she has wild flowers in her hand and hair
and yet.....I felt something missing.
Until I found this bottle of Tiger beer