I remember going into his apartment and like for every young child, each new experience is like going through an overgrown maze/puzzle embedded with the sensation of the four senses. Going over to his house allowed me to see into a new culture, which was not too unlike my own. Like in my apartment, his mom would spend time in the kitchen. The spices filled the air in the rooms (I thought of it as an Indian Sazon) the music his mother played sounded melodically rich and reminded me of the boleros or bachatas played at my house.
One day while playing hide-in-seek, I encountered a multitude of colorful clothing. Astounded I looked around and swirl the clothes, while making sure I didn't break anything. I didn't want to get in trouble. I loved looking at his mother's clothes, especially the long shawls (sometimes see through) his mom wrapped around her mid-body. These colors brought me back to my childhood island, but also took me on a journey to experience another black culture.
|Indian Women Wearing Individual Saris|
Because of my head-wrapping practice, I endlessly thought about how these pieces of recycled Saris would look as headscarves. Although the women shared this sewing tradition with me, this particular group of women didn't actually know any seamstresses actively making Sari scarves in the U.S. So, I made it my mission to learn to make them myself or find them. I started searching online, until I found wholesale Saris available, as well as recycled big pieces of original Saris that could be used to make scarves. I am still self-teaching how to make them, but I have found sellers on Ebay who sell them at great prices.
What I particularly appreciate about Sari scarves is that with each, there is a collective story waiting to be shared by the woman who ends up with the scarf and wears it. Each Sari was previously owned by a woman living somewhere in the world, who's energy became embedded into this piece of fabric. So, when we fuse together parts of different fabrics, an explosion of sorts takes place. Not only by the left-over trails of thoughts and lived experience of its previous owner, but in how the new owner will internalize these to make new stories both in her designs/styles and her new experiences while wearing the scarf. I have fully embraced the concept and live it out with my own Sari scarves. With each different design, places I wear it, and people I meet, my Sari scarves became a part of new stories waiting to be shared.
|Potpourri Crown (1st Sari Variation)|
|Sprouting Roots Crown (2nd Sari Variation)|
|Grand Canyon Crown (Third Sari Variation)|
|Sandy Beach Crown|
Each of these crowns represents a story, it evokes narratives that have a complete meaning or are still in development from my own thoughts, experiences and the sari's role in helping me tell them. Whether it is the feelings that come with each season, my internalization of the Earth's movements, my conscious and unconscious interaction with a picture or childhood memories, the sari is a beautiful scarf whose intricate designs aids in telling these stories. I wore each crown to different places and encountered many people. Adding these new lived experiences will continue to add depth and meaning to these existing designs and new crown designs that are already saying so much. It really is Saritelling.