At the very beginning of this lockdown, I promised myself I would stay away (far, far away) from online shopping. We’re not going out, meeting people, going to work, parties or anywhere really, so why in the world would I need new clothes? At the very best I would put on a clean t-shirt to go down and get the mail but apart from that,
No one loves a good hair spa than I do. Heading to a salon twice a month to let someone else nourish my hair while I sat back with a magazine was almost ritualistic. Until this pandemic of course. Everything was now left in my (I’d like to say) capable hands and if nothing, I had one thing on my side –
Instagram is a great place to be. If you’re ever looking for inspiration; lifestyle, food, style or pretty much anything – you’ll find it on Instagram. As a longstanding loyalist, I’ve posted my fair share of #ootds to the ‘gram. I’m one of those girls who will conjure up an occasion out of thin air just to wear that new outfit I bought.
There are a lot of things I like posting on Instagram, but I feel like my most favourite thing to do is hair. I’ve grown up hating the texture of my hair and spent a large portion of my life trying to control it. My locks have a mind of their own when they’re not being tamed and it’s been my mission to keep it looking as sane as possible.
Sometimes I feel like I’m wearing a uniform. White tee, jeans, flats and an oversized tote. It’s a combination I’ve worn countless number of times but somehow it manages to look different – every. single. time. The concept was somehow seeded when I was a teenager. “Mom! I have no clothes, what do I wear?” Which prompted my mother to tell me to look harder,
I was all of five years old when the movie Clueless released in cinemas. Of course I didn’t discover it until I was well into my teens and ten years later, it easily became one of my favourite movies. As an impressionable teenager, of course I wanted Cher Horowitz’s wardrobe, the physical structure and her clothes too,
Before we get into this, let me tell you where I stand. If online shopping got any more convenient, I wouldn’t enter a mall. If online shopping were a sport, I’d be a gold medalist. Now what part of the following don’t you like?
You get to sit in bed, eat cake and browse through the latest collections.
Lockdown for me has been equal parts therapeutic and equal parts absolutely bonkers. Some days I’m a ray of sunshine – literally, I’m wearing my happiest colours, humming as I make the bed and really treating my abs to a good thirty minutes of heavy crunching. But on other days I’m burning rice, giving my husband the silent treatment and generally wondering what I did in my past life to deserve these series of unfortunate events.
Up until very, very recently, the last Indian TV show I’d ever watched was Remix. I was all of fourteen, and rebellious, red-headed Anvesha was my idol at the time. Cut to 2020 and the emergence of streaming apps like Netflix, Prime and Hotstar creating quality, local content that I’m more than eager to consume, especially in this lockdown.
I wouldn’t call myself a full-fledged influencer but as someone who works from home on the regular, lockdown or not, I’ve got to say these last 40 odd days have been quite challenging. Primarily I’m a social media manager, but I do create content for my own page over on Instagram – I mean it’s fun,
It’s been over a month and counting and working from your office seems like a distant dream right about now. Hah, look at us, dreaming about heading back to work – to the chair that now has your imprint on it, to your “organised-mess” of a desk, to those colleagues you were used to seeing every working day of your life.
Up until quite recently, I was what you could call a closeted curly girl. My hair was always worn straight, or tonged if I wanted some volume. Less than a handful of people got to see me in my natural, gravitationally-enhanced state and I liked to keep it that way. My boyfriend (now husband) would openly tell me he preferred it smoothened out –