While the baby and mama nap, I go back to India....
We wanted to buy a gift for Hepsy, a thank-you for all the hard work she did to take care of us while we were in Bapatla. She protested vigorously but finally consented to let up purchase a sari for her.
Together with Johnson, we piled into the rented vehicle again and headed to Chirala to another handweaving factory, this one specializing in very fine fabrics.
In the hall way as we waited to be shown into the sari "showroom" we gazed at the vibrant colors of hand-dyed thread, bundles and bundles of it waiting to be woven into fabric.
We wanted to buy a gift for Hepsy, a thank-you for all the hard work she did to take care of us while we were in Bapatla. She protested vigorously but finally consented to let up purchase a sari for her.
Together with Johnson, we piled into the rented vehicle again and headed to Chirala to another handweaving factory, this one specializing in very fine fabrics.
In the hall way as we waited to be shown into the sari "showroom" we gazed at the vibrant colors of hand-dyed thread, bundles and bundles of it waiting to be woven into fabric.
We sat on the marble floor surrounded by shelves of fabric as the salesperson spread fabrics in front of us.
So many beautiful fabrics to choose from. Hepsy found one she liked and we all went away happy.
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