An Ode...

This was supposed to be an ode to Kari Herer, 

who inspired me to try out her style. Lol i think i failed miserably, but i wont give up. 

I'll try again this time not with instagram. 

I think i'll brush the dust off the Canon SLR and give it a go.

On searching for things to match Herer's tea cups etc, i found a ceramic bell.

And today has turned out to be an ode to my mother - Sameera.

This is a little hand painted bell painted by ammie (mom) with love.

It's got a beautiful golden top and rim and cute colourful flowers of all sizes and colours.

These were painted for me take to my new home after i become a Mrs when i was 15. Yes, 15!

They've been saved,wrapped and stored so carefully, waiting for the day i'd have my own home.

In a culture where mothers start planning their daughters wedding 

the day/minute/ second they are born, 

this was a expected and accepted gesture.

Especially, from ammie.

Along with 2 identical white porcelain candle stands, 

she gave me these on her first visit to a post-wedding/ honeymoon, Mahrukh. 

With goodluck, endless blessings and instructions to keep them safe 

and enjoy them in times of happiness and joy, my mother gave these to me finally, 

and not without a tear or two in her eyes.

I'll always value and savour these pieces as they decorate my new home.

They lie at the moment in a glass cabinet waiting to be cherished,

 waiting to turn into 

victorian, 

vintage, 

antique heirlooms.

Waiting to be appreciated by another generation.

To the love of a mother; my mother  - 

i kinda love... i really really love. :)