Bling

A green pavadai of some synthetic material that billed out and stood stiffly and was covered with gold glittering embroidery. White slippers with plaited straps and heels that looked lovely in the shop window and probably horrible on my dirty brown feet.
Still I was in love with them. They must have been bought for me by some indulgent aunt; my practical mother would never have let me buy something so unsuitable.

When I try and look back on distinct joyful memories of childhood, then these come up first. Later memories are more to do with events and people.
Childhood is all around Bling when we don’t know what is supposed to be ‘good taste’. Parents are horrified over their children’s’ choices but grandparents go with it. And enjoy it all – mittai pink frocks and golden shoes.

I took this motley crowd out to our Botancial Gardens last week. They’ve never been before so it was a joyous occasion. Their first car ride too. I’ve never examined each tree and plant of the Gardens so thoroughly before this . We kept it short and simple so it was good for all of us.