Poldark and reading lists

I know. I know. It’s just so unbelievably tempting to waste time once the kids are asleep! And come on, Poldark is simply brilliant; the way it immerses you in a completely alternate world. Come on, watching inspirational, artistic period dramas has got to count for something? XD But, I did get one concrete thing done. I’ve been scouring the internet to create my own list of books I’d like to read this first year as I develop my ideas and my art further. Here they are: Letters to Theo by Vincent Van Gogh The Principles of Art History: the …

Day Three

I know things normally begin from day 1. But you see, I already spent day 1 and day 2 confounded with disbelief. Let me explain. 9 years ago (gosh I feel old!) every thing I had ever worked towards basically went to hell. Our lovely cultural mindsets, an inexplainable lack of finances and a completely unforeseen disaster (in the shape of breast cancer afflicting my mom), systematically broke down every step I had taken towards my dreams in the first 18 years of my life. At that point, I guess I could have taken a step back, evaluated the situation …

Keeping it clean

So yesterday I received this message on my facebook page: “Tell me how to keep a kids room clean.. living in Karachi everything gets so dirty.. how to maintain cleanliness? Any tips?” And I thought to myself, while it does seem like an impossible task, I have noticed that ever since I organized my kids’ room better, it does a pretty good job keeping itself clean! So how did it come about? 1. Keep furniture to a minimum: Furniture gathers dust. If you can minimize it and find more effective storage spaces, your work will be halved. For example, the bedsheets …

It’s not your fault, mom

Yesterday I was racked with guilt. Yesterday, my son woke up from his nap before I had a chance to pick my daughter up from school. Since time was short, I trundled him into the car with me. Of course, the short trip turned into the stuff nightmares are made of. The kids bickered and kicked and cried. They fought over the cupcake my daughter had made in school and didn’t want to share. They took everything out of her school bag and threw it around in the taxi. By the time we reached our apartment building, I was a …

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