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linenandmoreshop · 2 years

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sandlore · 1 month

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Hand Block Print Fabric

SANDLORE presents hand block print fabrics crafted with precision and care. Each piece reflects the rich heritage of Indian textile artistry, showcasing intricate designs and vibrant colors. Elevate your style with these unique fabrics, perfect for creating stunning apparel and decor. To know more connect with us at: +91 8904406430

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chavifashion · 4 months

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Shop Designer Dress and Sanganeri Cotton Suit Online

In the world of fashion, the allure of designer dresses for women transcends trends, embracing timeless elegance and cultural richness. Among the myriad choices available, Sanganeri Cotton Suits stand out as a symbol of tradition, craftsmanship, and sophistication.

Sanganeri Cotton Suit:

Originating from the heritage-rich town of Sanganer in Rajasthan, India, Sanganeri Cotton Suit encapsulate the essence of traditional craftsmanship. The fabric, known for its soft texture and breathability, serves as the perfect canvas for intricate block prints. These suits are a testament to the skilled artisans who painstakingly handcraft each piece, ensuring a blend of comfort and style.

Block Print Suits:

Block printing, an ancient technique celebrated for its precision and artistry, takes center stage in these designer dresses. The meticulous process involves intricately carved wooden blocks dipped in richly hued dyes, pressed onto the fabric to create mesmerizing patterns. The result is a collection of dresses that not only showcase the cultural vibrancy of India but also carry a unique, handcrafted touch.

Block Print Suits With Chiffon Dupatta :

To add an extra layer of grace and charm, Block Print Suits with chiffon duppta often feature a Chiffon Dupatta. The sheer, lightweight fabric of chiffon complements the cotton base, creating a play of textures that is both visually stunning and comfortable to wear. The dupatta, adorned with matching block prints, completes the ensemble with a touch of sophistication.

Designer Dresses for Women :

Designer dresses for women go beyond mere clothing; they embody the spirit of individuality and self-expression. Sanganeri Cotton Suits, with their timeless appeal and artisanal detailing, make a bold statement in the realm of fashion. Each piece tells a story of tradition, craftsmanship, and the seamless fusion of the past with the present.

Embrace the Tradition, Embrace the Elegance

In conclusion

the synergy of Sanganeri Cotton Suits, Block Print craftsmanship, and the ethereal touch of Chiffon Dupatta creates a harmonious blend of tradition and style. These designer dresses for women not only celebrate the rich cultural heritage of India but also offer a unique and elegant way for women to express their individuality. So, step into the world of timeless charm and elevate your style with the exquisite allure of Sanganeri Cotton Suits and Block Print Suits featuring a Chiffon Dupatta.

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saranmanchanda · 7 months

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This Kurta is creatd in Finest cotton which is handblock printed .Kurta comes with lace details at the neck and Sleeves , Has 2 Pockets. https://tinyurl.com/yc5x4j42

#handblock dress #hand block printed cotton dress materials

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techalice · 11 months

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How to Indian Cotton Block Print Dresses Online

In the end, buying block-printed cotton dresses has a high resale price. The dress can be altered and sold for huge profits if the expiration date is reached. Reselling the dress at a shop or on an online auction website can give you most of your investment back, particularly if it's a popular outfit. Wholesale clothing offers so many advantages that it's easy to understand why shoppers choose wholesale clothes these days.

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fledglingwings · 1 year

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Cute Sharara for Girls Indian Festive Wear in USA in 2023

A sharara set is a combination of clothing that consists of a straight Kurta and loose, wide-legged trousers. Shararas are flexible to stroll and whirl in since they are loose-fitting. Sharara benefits all body types very nicely and comfortably. If you are thin, it makes you appear fuller; conversely, if you are a little healthy, it makes you appear thin. Sharara suits are therefore a suitable outfit for both festive parties and weddings.

This is one of the most well-known ethnic clothing ensembles that are renowned for giving festive look and regal charm to your princess. Additionally, the Sharara sets market provides Indian women with a unique range of sets that perfectly match their body curves. Sharara sets are popular for summer weddings.

What is the Main Factor to Choose Sharara Sets for the Wedding Season?

Comfort is one of the main factors making sharara sets the ideal choice for the Indian festive season. No one can resist these trendy yet comfy ethnic clothing items for little girls. Sharara sets are available in a variety of patterns, motifs, and colors, with short or long Kurtis. Nevertheless, they do not sacrifice the wearer's comfort. Each pattern is simple to wear for extended lengths of time. They are without a doubt the most classic and portable ethnic clothing items for girls.

Where Can You Buy kids sharara sets in the USA?

Without a doubt, sharara sets are quite fashionable right now. They are unquestionably the best choice for celebrations and weddings. However, you must check out the huge selection of sharara suits offered by Fledgling Wings if you want to buy a gorgeous sharara outfit. Our selection offers sharara sets with distinctive patterns and motifs. We designed kids' clothes with high-quality and comfortable fabrics.

Here are some beautiful sharara sets for little princesses.

● Nazakat Sharara Set

Nazakat Sharara Set

The pink sharara set is crafted in cotton. The beautiful floral print pattern makes this outfit more eye-catching. Net dupatta and gotta lace detailing on sharara and shirt give it a classic look. It is perfect for summer weddings.

● Darpan Sharara Set

Darpan Sharara Set

The stunning Sharara Set is designed in pure cotton. Floral prints boost their beauty. Gotta lace work on Sharara and kurta makes them more attractive. The yellow dupatta gives it a chic look.

● Gulmohar Hand Block Sharara Set

Gulmohar Hand Block Sharara Set

Gorgeous Sharara Set crafted in cotton. HNd block print pattern makes this outfit more. Gotta lace detailing on Kurta and Sharara to give a chic look. Net Dupatta makes it more graceful and trendy.

Conclusion

In the USA Indian women want to buy traditional wedding dresses for summer wedding festivals. Fledgling Wings provide perfect outfits for your little princess with high-quality fabric and elegant design and Indian prints. You can buy your little girl gorgeous outfits with free shipping, easy returns, and refundable custom duties. Our special offer Buy 3 get % also here for you. Enjoy shopping!

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jugalbandhi01 · 1 year

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What makes kurtis so popular among women?

The lifestyle in today’s times is hectic. It demands wearing something light, comfortable, easy to carry yet fashionable. Kurtis, with their flowy textures and different designs, has become a necessity for working women and homemakers.

Moreover, ladies kurtis are found to be a perfect dress while travelling. This is not only because it is comfy but also because it is quite manageable in public places and needs no extra effort to keep it in place. Adding to all these aspects another very important reason behind its favour is that it is affordable to one and all. Ladies kurtis are available in various qualities like anarkali kurtis cotton, designer cotton kurtis, cotton ethnic kurtis, hand block printed kurtis and within different price ranges.

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history-of-fashion · 2 months

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ab. 1780 Gown (robe à l'anglaise) (Indian cotton chintz painted and block-printed, fabric made in Coromandel Coast, dress made in the Netherlands)

(Victoria and Albert Museum)

#robe à l'anglaise #1780s #18th century #dress #women

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mblstores · 2 years

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Kota Doria Dresses — Latest Clothing Trends You Would Like

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 1 month

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Unraveled 1

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Summary: A curious man wanders into your dress shop with a lot of questions.

Characters: Sherlock Holmes (Cavill)

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One hand guides the fabric as the other turns the wheel. Your work is slow but steady, every stitch perfect, every seam precise. Your fare may be modest and your product simple, but its quality cannot be contested. Your labour as yourself is honest and plain.

The noise of the machine is your only company. The one-room shop nestled behind the butcher’s rarely sees a customer through its door. Instead, the orders are sent from the factories, returned with the printed adverts you disperse outside their doors. The writs are sent along with an envelope of pence and shilling and you complete each with equal diligence before sending them back bundled in paper and twine.

The operation isn’t especially fruitful but the profit is enough to subsist. Enough to guarantee your independence; a small apartment just above and a pot of stew to last you through each week. This humble existence is preferable to any marriage you’ve witnessed.

The letters from your sisters reaffirm your spinster’s fate. You’d rather a hand wheel and a needle than a brood and broken back. A husband seems to provide several jobs at once, you’ll happily settle for one.

As your hands work from memory and your head wanders from tedium, the bell above the door gives a single sharp toll. You ease the wheel to a halt and leave the seam unfinished. You peer up above the black iron machine, reminding yourself to fix your hunch as a client enters. You can’t but wonder if he may have come to the wrong shop.

By his attire, he is a class above the factory women who require gray skirts and simple stays. His waistcoat is embroidered and his jacket is pressed and clean. He is tall, locks part tidily so his curls lay gracefully. His face is fresh-shaven, square jaw with a cleft, and shoulders broad and strong. He does not share the same sinewy gauntness as the labourers with the coal-dusted noses.

He carries a fine leather bag. Another clue to his status. His shoes, another. Polished and without creases.

You stand to greet him, “good afternoon, sir. Might I help you with something?”

His answer is not prompt. He takes in the finished dresses hung by the east wall and turns to examine the rolls of wool and cotton. At last, he returns his attention to you.

“Afternoon,” his deep timbre fills the small space, “you are the dressmaker.”

It isn’t a question, but you answer, “I am.”

He narrows his eyes as he approaches your desk, the sole fixture in the space. From without, the shop is just as bare. The blackened windows offer not insight into the business, its only suggestion the sign hung above the door, though the paint requires a fresh coat.

“And the shop owner?”

“That is me as well, sir,” you assert. The presumption is not uncommon.

“Ah,” he accepts your explanation without comment, “so, you will have sewn this.”

He puts his bag on the desk, nearly knocking your shears from the corner. You try not to flinch as they teeter near the edge and he pulls open the top of the leather bag. He pulls out a swath of grey. You recognise it and he rolls the cuff to show your initials sewn within.

“Sir,” you say precariously, “is there some issue with it? Is it your wife’s dress?”

“Wife? No, no,” he dismisses, feeling the fabric between his fingers, “rather I am in search of the dress’s owner. The initial must belong to them, yes? So you would have a name for the buyer.”

“Mm, no, those are mine,” you point at the letters, “as it is my handiwork.”

“That makes sense,” he frowns in disappointment. “So you wouldn’t know who would wear it?”

You rub your chapped lips together. You find your tongue sliding over them often when you work, turning them raw with the habit. The man’s lips are rosy and smooth, as well-kempt as the rest of him. He is no factory worker’s husband.

“I might… would you take it out?” You ask.

He obliges as you pluck up the metal cylinder from your desk and unfurl the tape measure from within. He shakes out the dress, holding it by the shoulders to reveal salt stains along the skirts and unleashing a dingy smell in the shop. You wiggle your nose at the stench but worse roils in from the butcher’s on hot days.

You take the measure of the sleeves and the waist, then to the hem. You scribble the numbers on a scrap and take that to compare with your ledger. The measurements are in now way defining but might narrow it down. He keeps the dress aloft and you return to him to check the thread along the seams. A few months ago, you changed the thickness as the factory workers complained of splits under the arms.

“Hm, it is a recent purchase,” you assure him and return to the ledge.

He lowers the dress and approaches. You snap the book closed and turn your face up to consider him once more, “why do you need to know, if it is not your wife?”

“You are very discerning,” he remarks as he folds the dress and drapes it over his bag, “I’m certain then you can surmise the woman who wore this dress did not meet a kind fate.” He tugs up the hem and shows a tear trimmed in scarlet, the colour not obvious from a distance. “Holmes, Sherlock Holmes. I’m a detective and I’m trying to identify a poor woman found not far from here. I believe it is in your own interest that I discover her assailant.”

“I cannot say for certain which she is,” you turn over the scrap and re-open the ledger. You write down three names which match the measurements and hold the paper out to him. He takes it, his thick fingertips brushing yours. “Those are the ones which align with the dress.”

“Mm,” he hums as he tucks the paper into his chest pocket, “and your name? I couldn’t make it out on the sign.”

You recite your name flatly, “it isn’t on the sign.”

“It requires new paint,” he admonishes, “I could hardly find you.”

“I am aware,” you reply. “Thank you for noting.”

He’s quiet, “being a detective, however, I did indeed put together the clues.”

Is he making a joke? You cannot tell. He folds up the dress completely and puts it back in the leather bag. The smell persists.

“What are you prices?” He asks abruptly.

“Sir, I sew dresses for factory women, sometimes a few communion pieces, but I’m afraid I don’t do much suit work.”

“My sister requires a dress,” he sniffs, “as simple as it is, I can see your work is fine.”

“I have only wools and cottons,” you counter.

“Do you always turn away business?” He challenges.

“I wasn’t, sir, I’m only clarifying what I currently do. My prices are set for those fabrics,” you explain.

“I will pay for the muslin and velvet,” he waves his hand staunchly, “you will be paid for your labour. Can you sew with more than wool and cotton?”

“I can, sir, but you could find a ready-made dress in a market boutique if the dress is required promptly.”

“I can afford the time and coin,” he insists. “You are not a talented advertiser, are you?”

You’re taken aback by his bluntness. Often, his ilk have that demeanour. It’s why you’d rather the factory workers and the fish sellers’ wives.

“I suppose not,” you agree, “I would need measurements before I begin. You may send the numbers along with the fabric, then. And I would require a style. Perhaps your sister is a purveyor of fashion magazines?”

“I will send a messenger,” he shrugs. “Thank you for your time. I shan't get in your way any longer.”

“Good day, sir.”

“Good day to you,” he takes the bag from your desk and the shears fall to the floor with a clatter.

You skirt around to grab them as he bends and swipes them up first. You recoil as he closes the blades with a snap. He examines them before placing them back on the desk.

“Apologies,” he says, “and miss,” he looks at you, “take to heart what I’ve told you today. Keep away from the allies and perhaps you may consider locking your door.”

“Thank you, sir, your concern is appreciated.”

“Rather you might just keep those close, eh,” he points to the shears and his cheek dimples.

Again, you can’t be certain of his humour. You keep a placid expression, neither smiling nor scowling. He clears his throat and runs his hand down his jacket, gripping the lapel.

“Very well then, I’ll be off.”

He turns on his heel and marches to the door. You stay by the desk as the bell rings with his departure. Once the door closes, you cross the shop. You turn the lock into place, his foreboding lingering with the stale scent of dirty water.

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Despite the unusual visit, your days roll on like a hand on a clock. The thought of the woman’s tragic fate looms like a shadow but fades. You have too much stitching to do to fret over that man and his ominous words. You assume his interest in your work thereafter was wholly feigned as he does not return.

That day, you pass off six parcels to Eustace, the driver who takes them down to the stacks to hand off to the floor bosses who will parse them out to the women they’ve been cut for. You pay him his toll before he climbs back into the seat of his cart, his horse kicking impatiently.

“Excuse me, sir,” another driver clops up along the other side of the street, a narrow squeeze between the slanting buildings. “I’m in search of a dressmaker. I believe the store is tucked behind the butcher’s and…” the man’s voice drifts off as his eyes flit to the meat sellers marquee.

“Right here, good sir,” Eustace responds, “wouldn’t ya know, she’s right here.”

You lift your chin to see past the cart and spy the driver. He removes his cap as his gaze meets yours. Eustache dips his chin as he adjusts his own hat and snaps his old mare into a canter. As you're left alone with the carriage driver, a vehicle rather lofty for a block like this, you fold your hands behind you.

“Sir, you hardly look in need of a work woman’s dress,” you say.

“Miss,” he ties the reins off and jumps down from his seat, “I am sent for you, not a dress.”

“For me?” You echo.

“Mr. Holmes has sent,” he crosses the muck and nearly slips. “He said he made an appointment for a seamstress.”

“An appointment? I wasn’t informed of the time,” you rebuff. “I’ve a shop to run, orders paid for. I can’t simply leave.”

“Ah, yes, Mr. Holmes made mention of a fee,” the man feels around his striped coat, “he said a deposit would be needed.”

He takes out a brown envelope and hands it over. You take it, a small weight within. You look at the driver before you pull back the flap and peek inside. A large gold sovereign sits in the corner of the paper; a whole pound. That’s at least three days work.

You hold your breath, trying to maintain some composure. If that’s the deposit, what is he offering for the rest? You slip out the folded paper within, a page torn from a fashion journal. The dress is elegant if not extravagant. You don’t often do off-the-shoulder or ruffles like that but it isn’t beyond your skill.

You fold the flap closed again and lift your chin to face the driver, “I must lock up, you see?”

“Take your time, miss,” he says kindly. “Mr. Holmes isn’t expecting you to hurry.”

“Thank you, sir,” you bow your head and turn away.

You measure your steps along the facade of the butcher’s shop and curl around to the alleyway. You let yourself into your shop and tuck the envelope into your apron pocket. You take your sewing bag from under the desk and shake off the dust. You don’t often have reason to use it.

You open it up and pack away your shears, a measuring tape, pins with a cushion, your notebook, and a few other bits and bobs. Just in case. You grab a role of linen from against the wall. It’s heavy but you can manage.

You take the key from your desk drawer and switch off the overhead light. You lock the door and continue back out to the street. The driver puffs smoke from a pipe as he waits.

“Miss, allow me,” he snuffs out the pipe and puts it in his pocket. He nears and reaches for the roll of linen.

“It’s quite alright, sir,” you say.

“I insist, miss, can’t have a lady doing all that,” he takes it, not forcefully, and you let him.

As he goes to the carriage and opens the door, you give pause. You don’t know if you should be so easily swayed on a gold coin. Mr. Holmes hadn’t been entirely pleasant and you do prefer your simple work. Still, you can hardly turn your nose up at a pound. Not with the summer fizzling to a finale.

You lift your skirts and cross the street to the open carriage, “sir, might I have a name?”

“Gavin,” he answers, “and I have yours. Mr. Holmes made sure of it.”

“Yes, very good,” you say as you approach, another sliver of doubt trickling through. Mr. Holmes claimed to be a detective but is that really the reason he was strolling around with a dead woman’s dress? You gulp and look at Gavin then the carriage, “might I keep the window open?”

“Surely you can,” he agrees amiably. “Mr. Holmes lives quite a ways, shouldn’t mind the air. I’ll be certain to stay away from the stacks.”

“Thank you, sir,” you accept his proffered hand and he helps you up into the carriage.

You settle on the bench as the door shuts and you open the window from within. You lean back, your hand grasping the top of your bag. You unclasp it as you feel Gavin climb up on the driver’s seat. You dip your hand inside and clutch your long shears.

You don’t forget all of what Mr. Holmes said.

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