Even going about their daily chores, the women of India in their beautiful sarees epitomize beauty and grace.
Even when they’re just sitting in front of a massive pile of gooseberries.
Or standing at a monument waiting to go in.
The color and majesty of these flowing sarees brought out the beauty and elegance in every woman I saw.
They were oases of color in a sea of brown dirt and asphalt.
Women in India work hard; I saw so many of them toting their wares. Still, they looked elegant. Dignified.
Resplendent, even.
Even older women looked handsome and striking.
Like gorgeous butterflies.
I loved the turbaned man in the sea of femininity.
Spangles and sparkles and color. We American women think we are so modern and fashionable–but I can see that we have lost some of our femininity in the process. I know I’m guilty of “saving” beautiful clothes for special occasions, when really, I should be enjoying them more often.
These women are gardeners. (My female gardener looks nothing like this.)
Just walking down the sidewalk, women were eye-catching, drawing my camera lens like a magnet.
These might have been eunuchs, who have a strangely mixed reputation in India. They’re bawdy and threatening and also are auspicious and asked for blessings. We went by too quickly for me to suss it out.
I was drawn into this post with each flutter of those colorful, dazzling, beautiful saris. So nice that you captured them and shared them here. I love fabric and these are spectacular – all of them, but those two young girls walking with the grown women in what looks like an alleyway were so much fun and the sari with the black and white wavy lines that wash into red & fuscia? Breathtaking.
Did you bring any home? I just know I would have wanted to touch every one of them and linger on the embellishments.
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Wondering whether you tried wearing a sari, Carol? Sadly, many of us have stopped wearing them, except for special occasions.
I didn’t–I just don’t have a place to wear them. But in the country it’s all women wore and they looked beautiful. Is it sari or saree?
I was drawn into this post with each flutter of those colorful, dazzling, beautiful saris. So nice that you captured them and shared them here. I love fabric and these are spectacular – all of them, but those two young girls walking with the grown women in what looks like an alleyway were so much fun and the sari with the black and white wavy lines that wash into red & fuscia? Breathtaking.
Did you bring any home? I just know I would have wanted to touch every one of them and linger on the embellishments.
Thanks. No, I didn’t bring any home because I have no place to wear them. But I loved them all.