Woven Stories Textiles

Thursday. The weather is so boring I needed a dose of indigo to perk me up. Lovely indigo blockprinted dupattas drying on the ground. Yes, this is why I tell you to wash your fabric.
Before I forget to mention it, my FB page has been hacked and I no longer have access to it. It should be deleted in a week or two but in the meantime my Insta posts will still automatically go there. Apologies to anyone who’s been trying to interact with me, please come join us on Instagram because I won’t be returning to FB. As a wise woman told me recently, double down on your social media security, lest this should happen to you.
Now let me tell you about this magical place I go quite frequently where time is suspended and tall tales are told (not by me). It’s called Gilbert’s and it’s a giant fruit and vegetable shop (plus many other essentials). Almost every time I pop in there for some mini cucumbers and a kombucha some complete stranger will regale me with a story. Yesterday I saw a man trimming his broccoli (that sounds like a nasty euphemism but not) and I wondered where he got the knife from. We’re they handing them out at the checkout and I missed it?
So I asked him if he’d brought his own knife to Gilbert’s and this is the story he told me…”Yep, I always carry a knife wherever I go. In 1962 when I was 7 there was an incident where a woman crashed her car and was being slowly strangled by her seatbelt. The police arrived quickly but no one had a knife to cut her free. The glass from the windows just shattered into chunks so that was no good, and in the time they realised they could smash a headlight to get a shard of glass the woman died.”
So there you go, I asked, question answered.
Just to prove a point, on Tuesday a man approached me at the capsicum stand and helpfully explained how to choose a capsicum for roasting and the best shape for eating raw. We swapped recipes for capsicum type things. While choosing beans on Monday a chap sidled up to me and warned, “You gotta watch these dirty bastards, they mix the old beans in with the new. I know cos I used to work here.”
Is it me?
Come tell me your story in the shop Friday or Saturday 10-2.

Apologies for the radio silence, it’s been a busy week.
I just got back from Fibreswest, the biannual textile jamboree where textile and fibre nuts get together and be themselves.
You may remember that the 2021 edition was thwarted by a lockdown the night before we were leaving for the event, so this one was a long time coming.
The wild crochet pics are part of an installation in process by artist in residence, very busy transforming the lab and greenhouse into an underwater world.
Things that I acquired during the event included a few bits and pieces from because who can resist fibres that look like mummified body parts and human hair?
Also a couple of bargains from the garage sale including a head massager (known in these parts as the Orgasmatron)circa 1983, just for nostalgia’s sake.
Plus, some lovely bells that can be worn on the wrist or ankle and accompanied by some middle-eastern inspired dancing complete with swirling veil (can the person who recorded that please not let it go viral😬).
So, we traders hit the road today, exhausted and happy to be heading home to our own beds to nurse the usual catalogue of locking-and-loading injuries - broken, dirty nails, ripped cuticles, two lumps on the head where I hit myself in the head with the van door, a mysterious limp and various bruises. I had a moment’s thought that I might be getting too old for this but nah, give me a day or two and I’ll be ready to go again.
The shop will be open Friday and Saturday 10-2 where you’ll find me scrambling to get it back to some semblance of normality.

Merry Thursday my people!
You may wonder what there is to be merry about on this bleak, somewhere-in-winter day. Well here’s a few things:
1. We’ve passed the Winter Solstice which means we’re over that psychological hump and now we’re just going to effortlessly free-wheel down the hill to SUMMER☀️which should really be the only time of year available.
2. Here at Woven Stories we’ve gone a little bit Sale Crazy, i’mtellinya. Maybe it’s Solstice Fever, maybe it’s dementia but there are now a heap of shirting weight khadi cottons in the Sale collection along with some of last weeks blockprints that stubbornly refuse to leave. There’s just no telling what I might do next.
3. The house bloke just announced that he’s found the property of our (his) dreams and that I should start packing immediately.
Just imagine 200 hectares of virgin bush on the Whanganui (apologies NZ folk if the sp. is👎🏼) river. Five dwellings on 5 cleared hectares, all very idyllic but of course there’s a catch…it’s only accessible by kayak, flying fox or hiking. I pointed out that I don’t do any of those things and also, is it wise to move to an inaccessible place when you’re approaching the autumn of your life? Am I supposed to flying fox out after I’ve had a stroke? Perhaps a spot of kayaking to the hospital after falling over the cat and receiving a nasty head knock?
I don’t know but I’m leaving it in the Merry category for now because a girl can dream, right?
Until my departure by canoe or ultralite, I’ll be in the shop Friday and Saturday engaging my core whilst lifting heavy fabric just in case I encounter that flying fox one day.

Greetings Thursday people! The weather is not worth discussing so I’ll move right along.

Before I lose your attention, there’s a mini blockprint sale going on online. I’ve moved 65 prints to the sale section where you’ll get 50% off automatically at the checkout if you spend $40 or more (original price). The sale will finish next Wednesday so run, don’t walk.
But wait, there’s more excitement for those who’re still reading…we have two new double ikats to add to our collection, both in a delicious dark navy and perfect for winter shirts and other layering pieces.
Of course, the shop will be open Friday and Saturday when I’ll be dispensing discount blockprints and other delightful textiles as well as a bit of witty repartee and some light counselling.
The end.

Thursday, here we are again.
Weather: Winter. I was really hoping after a week of rain that we could segue straight into Spring but it seems my wish will not be granted. This will be a rude shock to my Frangipanis which have been happily flowering for the last 9 months.
Mood: Slightly claustrophobic. I don’t like being trapped inside especially with a man of New Zealandish birth who thinks putting a beanie on will fix the morgue-like conditions of our house, and a cat that holds me personally responsible for the damp ground conditions that prevent him from satisfactorily carrying out his ablutions.
Of course we bought the cat some litter, we’re not complete barbarians, but apparently his paws are too delicate for the chunkiness of the product. He vomited copiously on the back sliding door and associated grooves and steps just to really emphasise his disappointment with both weather and litter.
In defiance of the wishes of the miserly Kiwi one, I turned on the gas heater (all three panels, fan on high) at 7am just to see his reaction as I sat there calmly (and warmly) eating my porridge. I got the silent treatment.
Anyway, to add a bit of cheer to an otherwise dreary day, I decided to release some new blockprints. They’re there to assure you that summer is on its way. Eventually.
The shop will be open Friday and Saturday 10-2 where and when I’ll likely be performing some act with fabric. See you then x

Thursday.
Weather - surprisingly balmy for the first day of Winter.
Mood - pleasantly vacant.
Things I don’t want to talk about today:
1. My ever-growing selection of unsuccessful toiles.
2. The weird chopped up, stitched together bits of fabric I’ve been asking you questions about. Don’t even go there.

Subjects open for discussion:
1. Fabric (always).
I have a few new offerings in the blockprint arena today. Interesting indigos, riotous reds and beautiful blacks, all of which would make fabulous shirts, linings for jackets or summer dresses if you’re an organised sewist.
Of course, there’ll be at least one clever-trousers who’ll point out that there’s one fabric in the photos that seems to have gone AWOL (let’s see if you know who you are). For some reason that particular fabric seems to have missed its photo shoot but will be with you very soon.
2. WA politics. Perhaps you heard that State Daddy resigned. As far as I’m concerned there was really only one person to take over. Unfortunately it was a woman who clearly hadn’t paid her Party dues and after accepting the job, had to unaccept because it wasn’t her turn. Amber-Jade Sanderson you get my vote, but for future reference perhaps it’s better if you just choose one of those names so you don’t sound like some fruity Freo gemologist.
3. Shop hours.
We’ll be open Friday and Saturday 10-2 where you’ll find me somewhere amongst a sea of toiles and their associated patterns contemplating useless pieces of chopped up and sewn together fabrics and the 57 different ideas you sent me🙏🏻

Thursday yet again, this one came fast.
Weather, cold (yes, it’s true, when it dips below 20 degrees in Perth, we hibernate. I can feel unconsciousness lurking.)
Let’s start with the good news…for all those people who’d like to shop from the comfort of their armchair while their partner/husband/children/dog watch something on tv that makes you wonder about the brain capacity of the human race at large, we now have yarns online, cunningly hidden in the Textiles collection because I’ve used up my allotted quota of collections and had to put them with something else.

In other news, my search for a top that I actually want to wear continues (heavy sigh).
It’s been a two toile week. As you can see in the last pic, they’re starting to clutter the place up but what can I do? (Please don’t say the words ‘wearable toile’. It’s an oxymoron).
I’ll start with the top. If someone could remind me every now and then that I hate gathering, I’d appreciate it. This garment has a lot of gathers, I’m very pleased I only made the top. When I read at the end of the instructions (the mere fact that I needed the instructions should have been a warning), “Rock on, Gold dust woman!”, it dawned on me that this pattern was named for Stevie Nicks of Fleetwood Mac and that I was no waif-like, songwriting, coke-snorting, lover-discarding pop princess (but wait🤔) and had no business attempting this item.
Umm, the v-neck was perfect, the shoulder gathers popped up like a Disney Princess, the construction method, madness and you could smuggle rare marsupials in those sleeves (or your stash, 2 bottles of booze and a defibrillator).
After that experience I thought I’d have a go at the as a palette cleanser.
patterns are always notch perfect and the instructions are easy to find on the actual pattern.
Now I’ve seen this worn by many people, it looks good on them. On me it looks like a square with very puffy sleeves.
They are verrrry puffy and took almost a metre of fabric.
So here’s where I’m at - I’ve achieved nothing this week and more importantly I do not have a top. Please send suggestions.
Shop is open Fri + Sat 10-2, see you then x

Thursday again.
Weather, sublime.
Mood, unfulfilled.
It’s been a slightly challenging day.
I was hoping to have a top to show you but as usual I was overly optimistic about the time it would take to buy the pattern, download it, have it printed (as an aside, you can no longer walk in to Officeworks and print A0 files on demand, you have email them), trace it, toile it and then make the real one.
As so often happens, I toile a pattern and am so deeply disappointed at the amount of alterations I have to do to make the pattern work/fit me/fit together that I abandon it.
Today I persevered (and feel like I’ve reached some new level of maturity for doing so), not by fiddling with the original pattern, but by starting from scratch and making my own version. Will toile and get back to you. No, I’m not going to tell you what pattern it was, see if you can guess when you see the finished product.
During this annoying process, my iron, Steam Piggy III, decided to have a hissy fit. Previous Pigs have had k***s and dials for steam and temperature control. The new model that I have just has flashing lights. It’s supposed to be ‘intuitive’ but the only thing it seems to sense is that I’m about to get up from the overlocker and come on over to iron, so it switches itself off. Today, all the lights were flashing at the same time. I don’t know what that means because the instructions are in Romanian and the diagrams are just nonsensical. I’ll see how she feels in the morning.
And now, the good news…I’ve just put a few indigo blockprinted throws online. Deliciously slubby, very covetable, could become your favourite couch blankie this winter.
And the other pics? Lottsa lovely yarn I currently have in the shop. If you’re passing, pop in and squeeze a few skeins. Perfect for knitting, crocheting, macrame, weaving, coiling, stitching, gift wrapping, tying up your tomato plants, playing cats cradle or a thoughtful gift for a yarn-loving friend.
The shop is open Friday and Saturday 10-2 for those who’d like to take part in a spot of pig-wrangling or perhaps buy some fabric.

Thursday.
Weather, perfect. Forecast, a week of rain starting tomorrow.
Mood, disappointed, I was hoping this weather would just segue into next Spring.
Still, this time of year does bring with it some excitement - my Japanese Dwarf Seedless Mandarin tree has birthed its annual single fruit, proof in the last photo.
The fruit is normal size but the tree is like a twig with 6 leaves. Can someone please tell me what I’m doing wrong?

Autumn also heralds the annual Next Door Nut Harvest. This is when Ron and Anna, my elderly Serbian neighbours, bring out the really big, old, dangerous ladders and get as high as they can in their pecan tree to strip it bare. They time this with my arrival home so I can help, whether I’m wearing my nut-picking outfit or not (Anna favours the black stretch Capri, and purple polo shirt, Liz tucks the Hope dress into her knickers and climbs the ladder anyway).
We managed to finish the harvest between Chiropractic hugs and neighbourhood gossip.
Not only did I get pecans to take home but also four buckets of pods which I’ve been instructed to dye with. Later there were three more on our side of the fence.
I sent the buckets back with some of our figs in, it seemed only fair.
Disaster struck!
I had my pecans drying in the sun for a few days but when I went to check on them yesterday they had mysteriously vanished, maybe the crows took them, who knows, but I feel a little violated and nutless and I need answers.
Meanwhile, in the rest of the photos you’ll be able to see that the shop is full to the brim with fabric of all kinds.
I’ll be there Friday and Saturday trying to shoehorn in a few more fabrics and mourning my lost pecans.
Of course, you can shop online any old time if you’d prefer not to listen to me moan about nuts.

It’s Thursday. The weather is not worth talking about so I’ll move straight on to silly things I’ve done as recently as today.
I just need to backtrack a bit to set the scene…
It was a Sunday afternoon, early summer, 2021. It was hot and still, I was in the doldrums.
I thought, “What could I do today that would make me exceptionally pleased with myself tomorrow?” So I went to work and cut 19 dresses ready to sew on Monday.
I sat down at my machine on Monday morning and these realisations dawned on me:
1. I had cut 38 left sleeves and no right ones.
2. I had used all the fabric.
Of course, my first thought was that this would make a fantastic installation entitled ‘Thirty eight one-armed women fight over some sleeveless dresses’ and then I did the sensible thing and packed them in a box and tried not to think about them.
Fast forward to today. About 11, I felt hungry and decided to have a cup of decaf (I don’t usually drink coffee). It turns out that it wasn’t decaf and that accompanying the usual music, stories and conversations that go on inside my head, there was now a loud roaring which was only alleviated by doing a lot of tasks very fast and talking to myself in a loud whisper.
I ransacked the studio looking for scraps to make packs and lo and behold, found The Dresses! So, like a scissor-wielding whirling dervish, I dismembered those dresses quick-smart and rolled them into scrap packs before the caffeine wore off and I thought better of it.
Meanwhile, back in the real world, we have a few new prints to show today. The black and white ones are a little thicker than our usual light cottons and perfect for a trans seasonal frock or shirt.
I’ll be in the shop Friday and Saturday 10-2. I will not drink any coffee, promise, but if you’re worried about that, order online, any time.

Happy Thursday!
For people who live in a place where the wind hardly ever stops blowing, today is the kind of day we live for - 24 degrees at 4.30, humidity 34% with a charming breeze at 10km/h from the SE.
Oh, and we had a solar eclipse.
Just 72% coverage in Perth, a bit like wearing your sunglasses inside. The pic of the carpark and trees is taken from my studio at Zero Hour. Yep, I guess you’d have to have taken a drive up the road to Exmouth (13 hours, 1252 kms) to experience totality.
My entire day was built around this event. I’ve been told not to look up, but being told I’m not allowed to do something is a guarantee that I’ll do it and I don’t want to go blind so I planned a whole lot of jobs in the studio to distract myself.
Job number one, ironing 40 metres of fabric completed, I move onto cushion sewing.
I recently received a shipment of indigo block printed khadi that was faulty - all 70 metres of it has fade marks through it but far enough apart to get lots of cushions out of it. Shall I put them online???
Of course, I realised at 10.45 that I didn’t have any inserts so I had to do a mercy dash to Spotlight to buy some (do not recommend either dash or the inserts) without burning my retinas. I had to do a manoeuvre to get out of the car park, the likes of which I’ve only seen on video games. It involved a squealing, reverse hand-break turn and a lot of swearing but at least my retinas are intact.
Zero Hour minus 5 mins and I’m safely back in the studio with nothing better to do than stand on the table and shoot the cushions.
Other pics you might be wondering about…some cushions I wove to prove that I don’t just weave stuff and throw it in a box.
Also, lovely winter shawls from Bhuj, now in the shop and online soon.
I’ll be in the shop Friday and Saturday 10-2, sewing more cushions (68m to go) or you can shop online at your leisure with minimal retinal damage.

Thursday, weather - miserable, but here’s something to cheer you up…we have four spots available in our January tour to India (Rajasthan + Ahmedabad).
If you think you’d be happy sleeping somewhere like the places in these pics, eating delicious food, admiring sunrises and sunsets from strange rooftops, learning to blockprint and fondling textiles till your fingers bleed, this could be the trip for you.
If you’re interested and would like more information please DM me your email address or hit the Contact button at the top of the page and email me directly.
If you’re already on the EOI list you would have received some info, please check your inbox.
For all the people still reading, the shop is open Friday and Saturday 10-2 or shop online any old time.

Hello Thursday and all the people in it!
Before you lose interest (or consciousness) you need to know that the shop is closed for the Easter Weekend.
The good news is that the quilts/throws/bedcovers/cushion covers are now online so you can spend the weekend choosing your favourite and then hitting the BUY button.
Here’s something that you might not know about me, I’m an introvert. If you’ve met me that might surprise you because I can do a very good extrovert impersonation given the right circumstances. Then I have to go home and lie in a dark quiet room to recuperate. There is nothing I like more than my own company and I’m never bored.
Why am I telling you this? Well I’ve decided that Easter is the introvert’s holiday. Unlike Xmas, when everyone wants to know what you’re doing, can they catch up, have a drink, eat some prawns etc, no one seems interested about Easter. This is because it’s a four day break during which you can get a lot of stuff done. Mark my words, Bunnings will be heaving with DIY hopefuls, gardening will be done, renos will be attempted. In my case I’m dyeing 20kg of yarn and weaving my way through the weekend like a suburban Rumplestiltskin.
We have wine and cheese, hot cross buns, chocolate animals and the neighbour just dropped of six herring, all of which sound like the perfect ingredients to perform that pagan ritual we call Easter Home Alone.
Here’s my tips for Easter…
1. If you’re deluded enough to think that you only want half an Easter egg, use a serrated bread knife to cut pole to pole (not equatorially) through the foil wrapped egg. It gives a nice clean cut with few crumbs.
2. Just because hot cross buns usually come in a pack of six does not (apparently) mean that three of them are automatically yours. You need to hide them or eat faster.
3. During these four days it is perfectly acceptable to eat any of the aforementioned foods in any order for any meal at any time of day or night. This is referred to as ‘self care’.
Have a safe and happy Easter, we return to normal programming next week.

Good Thursday afternoon my people. I’m going to keep this brief today as I’m feeling under the weather (28 degrees, mostly cloudy, 50% chance of rain, 37% humidity, wind 27km NNE, if you’re thinking of visiting, come next week).

Here is a statement I hear from people quite frequently, “I’ve been wanting to visit your shop for 3 years now, but basically you’re never open.”
It’s true, my opening hours are short and I’m quite hard to find, but read the bio at the top of the page, it says Open Fridays and Saturdays 10-2 or BY APPOINTMENT.
Please don’t think of this with dread like making an appointment with your dental hygienist, mental hygienist or gynaecologist but more like asking your bestie to make you a cup of tea.
Vicki from Geraldton (no drama, it’s only 5 hours away) made the call last week - can we come and visit on Wednesday morning?
Yes, I said, and we had a ball for a couple of hours while they had the run of the shop. Occasionally you’ll get a no, but mostly I say yes.

Let’s talk fabric…khadi linens are the bomb. I love sewing these, there’s something old fashioned about the feel of them and such a joy to sew (and it would have been really good to have a pic of a dress here but brain is foggy).
Also two new super-wide blockprints on heavy duty sheeting which would be perfect for (loud) pants, jackets, cushions or bags.
The last pic is a sneak peek of Suzani throws now available in store 10-5 Fridays and Saturdays or BY APPOINTMENT and online next week.
Over and out!

Thursday, 2.30pm, 27 degrees, 55% humidity with SSW breeze at 21 kms. This is Autumn in Perth, if you’re thinking about visiting, come now.

Anyway, without further ado, I’d like to introduce some new prints. I think the batch of prints I’ve just bought are the best ever.
I spent the least amount of time choosing them, ever, because I seemed to spend most of my time in planes, trains and cars or the places that you wait for them.
I’m always overly optimistic about how much I can do in an allotted timeframe, so if someone could remind me of this next time I do a solo trip, I’d be very grateful.
There’s just one thing I need to address which has nothing to do with fabric…during my trip to India, many of you commented that I was brave (to go alone, to do that trip, to get myself out of sticky situations). Let me assure you, I’m not a brave person. I’m scared of the dark, terrified of driving on the freeway and petrified at the thought of public speaking, all things which many of you do routinely without giving it a thought.
Obviously getting myself into and out of trouble is my talent. I wish it was singing, or painting or accountancy but as my mother said, (prefaced with, “when you’re not a pretty girl” but we’ll ignore that bit) you just have to do the best with what you’ve got.

The shop will be open Friday and Saturday 10-2 and I’ll be there confidently cutting fabric and keeping up the chat, or you can shop online where the New fabrics collection is positively bulging with newness.

It’s Thursday. Let’s get straight into it, let’s talk about fabric.
Patterned fabric seems to get all the attention around here but today the focus is on plains.
These deliciously coloured fabrics you see in the first two pics are 30’s and 40’s khadi cottons. Let’s just test you to see if you’ve been paying attention for the last five years - khadi is…
fabric that is both hand spun and handwoven (thanks to the fabric nerds in the back row who remembered that). “But what does 30’s and 40’s mean?” I hear you ask. It refers to the thread count, Grasshopper, the lower the number, the thicker the threads. These were all produced by different weavers and feel a bit different from each other but all have a charming texture. They are best suited to shirts and tops and are perfect for this in-between time of year.

When I visited my Khadi supplier recently he rushed me through the fabric choosing process because he wanted to take me on an adventure.
This usually means a trip to see the spinners and weavers but this time whisked me off to see (in no particular order) the six Shiva temples he was building, a Mughal palace, the school he used to go to, the fish market to buy dinner, the largest cannon in India, watched someone make jewellery from shells, drank 8 cups of chai in various stalls, houses, fields and the car and walked through a giant rose garden in the dark. Then he dropped me home.
The only thing I didn’t get to do that day was review my fabric purchases which is why I have so many colours of this fabric.

I’ll be somewhere in the very full shop on Friday and Saturday 10-2 or you can buy online any old time.

Today is my last day in India for this trip. I’m in Delhi, my flight leaves at midnight.
I had plans but they all fell through because there’s a big five day political protest going on and you can’t get from one side of the city to the other.
So Chandni Chowk and the Craft Museum were off the agenda. Here’s what happened instead…I asked my driver to take me to Dilli Haat (market), instead he took me to Delhi Haat (four storeys of overpriced stuff from all over India that I have no interest in).
I rolled my eyes but knew there was no point arguing with the tuk tuk driver so I sent him off and went inside.
I’ll admit, I was sulky and quite badly behaved. No, I don’t want to look at fabric, no I don’t want see shawls, no to bedcovers, woodcarvings and brass gibby gobbies, no, no, no!
Then I hear a familiar accent in the shawl department. Hark! Could this be the gentle accent of a countrywoman or two? Yes it was! And we conversed gaily in words of multiple syllables without the use of sign language and it was joyous.
We went for lunch, their very nice Rahasthani driver joined us and we introduced them to Masala Dosas and Chole Bature.
We parted ways in high spirits, I made my way back to Connaught Place where I ate an ice cream at Nirulas (this will be nostalgic for some), a book from the Jain book depository and some decoy sweets from Haldirams (yes officer, I am declaring these sweets unnecessarily so you don’t look in my bag and discover 5kg of natural dyes could make me look like a drug mule).
So that’s it. All over.
I struggled to find some photos that you haven’t seen before and now can’t remember what they were.
If you’re still reading, the shop will be open on Friday and Saturday 10-2, when online orders will also resume.
Thanks to all the people who followed along, reminisced, advised, condoled, laughed, encouraged and empathised, it was much appreciated.
See you in the real world 🙏🏻

There could only be one reason for me missing a post. Ok, there could be two reasons but clearly I’m not dead so here’s the other reason…there was a police entrance exam being held in Udaipur and so they enforced a network brownout to stop cheating. This means that I could make a phone call and send texts, see a little bit of Instagram but not post, and not send or receive emails. Have you ever heard of such a thing happening in Australia? No, but it happens frequently here.
Anyway, life goes on, here’s a few more pics from the Palace - what I like to call the Versace Room and my favourite room with the birdcages.
Here’s the latest saga with the Suzani quilts ( switch off now you’ve heard all this news) - after losing all the first lot of quilts to other buyers, my second choices were allegedly spoiled by cooking oil (🤷🏽‍♀️🙄😮😏☹️🤷🏽‍♀️🤷🏽‍♀️🤷🏽‍♀️) and now I have another selection. Those of you who wanted brighter colours, your wish has come true, but of course we know not to count our quilts before they arrive at our house (who knew my life was such a roller coaster ride?).
In other news, there was chai drinking, a small amount of motorbike riding, a refusal of a ride in the countryside (but a slight possibility that I might change my mind if bored), beer and gin drinking with expat English women and a wide range of conversational topics ranging from the correct volume of a can of baked beans to what a dog is really trying to say when it barks.
Just another day in Udaipur.
Happy Sunday X