These are a few of my favorite things...

So www.bpbweekend.com decided to have a contest called Fire Escape. What would you grab with you if your house was on fire? To vote for my entry and to view more lists go to http://www.bpbweekend.com/fire-escape/shweta-kaushik-interior-a-product-designer


Here is what I would escape with:

1. My hard drive: It contains all the work I have done since Design College 10 years ago. It also has all my favorite movies and my entire music collection.  It is pretty much my life. 

2. My first generation white Ipod Nano I had ordered from the US when it had just launched. It has many nostalgic playlists. 

3. My Mr. Lazy Snuff Box. Do I need to say more?

4. My compass. I don't just use to check vastu directions. I also have used it while I was lost driving through an area I had no clue of. I just knew I had to drive towards north. Very very helpful :)

5. A laminated copy of the first cheque I had ever recieved!!! For my  first paid internship with an architect :)

6. A framed happy memory of my darling sister and me when we were kids living in the UK. 

7. An old tattered translated unabridged paperback version of Les Liaisons Dangereuses I found while I was walking through a flea market quite randomly. Its my favorite book of all time. 

8. A crumpled copy of my French friend's Tiramisu secret recipe that almost got thrown away. Its delicious :)

9. My sunglasses :)

10. The first watch I ever owned. My mom bought it for me from Belgium when she went backpacking through Europe with her best friend. She was 42 years old. This is a reminder that no matter how old you are, the world is still your oyster. 

11. My silver bell keychain. 

12. A Schaeffer  pen I was gifted when I going to go to Milan for my masters. 

13. My little box of colour pencils from Muji I bought in Milan and my happy orange sketchbook.  

14. The essentials: Passport/drivers licence/ATM card

15. My Italian permit of stay. Proof that I did indeed live in Italy for a year :D Probably the best and worst year of my life. 

16. A pair of my favorite heels that go with almost everything and my Coccinelle purse. 

It's only words...: Saviours

I have always wanted to write, ever since I was little girl and had my nose buried in the millions of books I read. Yes, I was the girl who wanted to write the "Best Novel Ever". Of course that never happened but, what does happen now and then is short bursts of creativity that spill out in the form of words.

Here is a short story I co-authored with writer and poet @p0eticlicence via Twitter. Check out her other short stories co-authored with other Twitter users.

Saviours

   She thought he'd be older and wiser. He turned out to be younger and handsomer. 'Win-win!' she thought. Blind dates weren't really her thing, but deep bass voices were. She couldn't believe she had been talking to the same man over the phone over the last month. He was so unlike what she had imagined. She was told he was perfect for her. 'Perfect, indeed', she said to herself. Tall, intelligent and with a zest for travel... That first call through the dating service had turned into a flirtatious friendship, and he had finally asked her out.
   "Hello," he said in a booming voice. She felt weak in her knees already. "Hiya!" she returned. He smiled. She panicked, and said, 'Say something, stupid' to herself. "So..., we finally meet!" she quipped. He looked at her with smiling eyes, soaking in her nervousness. "Why don't we head to the bar and get comfortable?" he suggested.
   He then led the way, and she followed obediently. She sure needed a drink to break his spell. "I'd like a whiskey; neat," she said when they reached. He looked at her, pleasantly surprised. "Single malt?" he inquired, raising an eyebrow. "On the rocks, please" she answered back. He placed the order with the barman in his impossibly suave manner. She admired his broad back, slim waist and a firm behind. She could almost see those muscular lines under his clothes. Her reverie snapped as the drinks arrived. She took a deep breath, and summoned the courage to ask him the question that was burning inside her...
   "Do you want me?" she posed.
   Taken aback by her forthcoming blurt, he set his drink down. He thought he'd have to play the games eventually, but perhaps life was too short.
   "I do," he said, smiling. "How can I not want the woman, who I have grown to admire, respect and trust over the last month?"
   She smiled with relief, but her heart pounded with excitement, thinking of the end she wanted for herself. "I need you," she confessed. "I need you to love me," she continued. "I notice love hasn't found place in that list of things you have for me," she said swigging the cold-burning fluid in her mouth.
   He shuffled about and chugged down his tonic water. She was making this difficult. He wanted her, yes, but love? He couldn't love her, he thought, as he subconsciously played with a gold band in his pocket. The band was his constant companion now; once worn by the woman he called his life, his love. His wounds were still raw, but his soul was begging to be healed. He closed his eyes.
   She reached across, and touched his face. Suddenly, her eyes lit up. "Let's get out of here," she said and turned to the door. He followed, hurriedly stuffing some notes into the doorman's hand. He needed to do this. He needed to free himself of his past. He needed to take this pleasure plunge. Pain had won too long.
   As the valet drew up with his sedan, taking charge, she settled into the driver's seat. She turned and looked at him. "Come on!" she half begged, half ordered. "Are you sure?" he asked, "You're a few whiskeys down." "Ahan," she said, and he submitted to her easy confidence. Woman on top.
   She fished a scarf out of her handbag, and tied it around his eyes. "Let's go for a spin!" she laughed and rolled down the windows. It was his turn to go weak in the knees. He felt her soft hands on his face, a whiff of her heady perfume and wind in his hair. The miles began to run away under him.
   As she shifted gears during the silent drive to his one salvation, she brushed her fingers upon his thigh, ever so lightly. He grew stiff with anticipation. "Would this be the right time for you to need me; need me to love you?" he asked. Her laughter resonated within the confines of the car. "Not yet," she said, pulling the car over and shutting off the engine. He could smell salt.
   The sea. 'Oh God, not the sea.' He could not bear the sea since after that fateful drowning accident. "Let's leave," he said silently, his blindfold still in place.

   "No," she firmly denied him, reached down to slide off his leather shoes and led him down. With every sinking step into the sand, his heart sank deeper into the quicksand of images from the past. He stopped and took off the scarf. Holding her by her shoulders, he said, "You don't understand."
   "I do," she said, and kissed him. As she kissed him, she felt the turmoil within him and held on to him, as he fought his demons. He looked at her, and saw this woman holding the key to his future. "Love me now," she said softly. They went down on the sand, and made passionate, desperate and honest love; saving each other. 

Here is the original link to @p0eticlicence's blogpost:  It's only words...: Saviours: " She thought he'd be older and wiser. He turned out to be younger and handsomer. 'Win-win!' she thought. Blind dates weren't really he..."

What do you do with empty perfume bottles?

Don't we all love perfume. Thats the one thing we cannot get enough of and if you are lucky, you are almost always gifted a  beautiful bottle of perfume. I had a bagful of used up perfume bottles and they seemed just too pretty to throw out. Such care. thought and design goes into the making of these bottles, it would be just a shame if thats all they were, containers for a perfume.

As a part of my Product Design thesis (I can't tell you too much about it as technically the project is still owned by the school) I had worked on a luxury beauty product and a part of that was sustainability packaging. How can we get over this need to buy and throw? I came across a product on etsy.com and it got me thinking. I have had the idea on the back-burner for months now. Its about time I got around to what I call "me-time".

For Step 1 of the project this is what you are gonna need:
1. Empty perfume bottles (the bigger the better for this particular project)
2. A handy sturdy blunt knife (I took the smallest one out of my mothers kitchen set)
3. A strong will and determination to be destructive. Constructively of course.

Basically, we want to get rid of the metal/plastic spray tops. And trust me, if you have been following my tweets, you'd know you are gonna have your work cut out for you! I would assume that when the manufacturing companies set these nozzles on the bottles, they never expected anyone to remove them.
Though, at the end of it, the nozzles of the cheaper perfumes came off a tad bit more easily then the others. (Quality, huh?) Two of the perfume bottles were quite cleanly decapitated! A great skill if I were an executioner with a sword.

These poor bottles did not know what was coming 

Finally!

So this is what you should be left with. Naked exposed perfume bottles.

Stay tuned for Step 2.