Drawn To The Sound Of Music

The Austrian capers continue! The drive to Salzburg was another story . We left Vienna at 7am in a comfortable coach that was filled with tourists eager to experience the journey through the Salzkergammut Lake region of Austria dotted as they were with crystal clear blue lake with their drinkable water and parrot green rolling grass plains that were the foreground for gentle hills as well as taller mountains with some peaks still bearing witness to the winter that had just passed. Austria in every season has its own beauty largely due to the contrast in winter and summer temperatures. Winter landscape in the Austrian Alps is aweinspiring while summer is absolutely lovely!!
Our trip to this region would extend to several days as I had chosen to the major part of our holiday rejuvenating and pampering ourselves in this peaceful haven!
Bu it was Salzburg that we would make our home first and I was as excited as a child to witness the home of Mozart and Strauss as well as the Land of my favorite film The Sound of Music. I was annoyingly perked up in mood as I sang every word of the songs from the movie that they played on the coach driving there.
Our Knowledgeable guide kept up a stream of information about the Von Trapp family, the Hofburgs, the royal family of Salzburg and the life of Mozart and it made for a very interesting and inspiring drive as I was transported into vintage era and bygone years in Europe.
The mood was set all the way and when we actually strutted down the streets in Salzburg marveling again at the quite imposing and old architectural of the city I had a skip in my step.
Mirabel gardens where the children led by an impish Maria defied all norms and flitted through sing Do Re Mi, Mozart House still preserved with his original belongings , the lovely Old Town, the bridge where thousands of hopelessly romantic visitors had locked their love for keeps, the numerous churches like the infamous 13th century Don Quartier and its gorgeous interiors, the castles standing tall on top of craggy mountain tops with views to die for, the Abbey and Convent which was the location for Maria’s home before she began her tremulous journey with the Von Trapp family.
Austria is a wonder as many other European cities for those who love a holiday drenched in art and culture and history along with stunning locales and backdrops. My camera shutter had to gasp for breath as I clicked every corner , every alley, every facade, every angle relentlessly.
And so continued the next few days that showed us Salzburg and it’s surrounding and our days on the banks of numerous lakes in the Salzkergammut were steeped in wonder and peace and self indulgence, Apple strudels, shnitzels and noodles, goulash and what not were on every menu and I felt like a character in The Sound of Music experiencing my list of favourite things!!
We made day trips to surrounding counties and towns in a bid to leave nothing out and the towns we passed left a sigh in our hearts!! Bratislava, Budapest, Slovenia were a stones throw away but each city needs a lifetime to experience it to the fullest. What remained common was the quite charm and peace, and the pride evident in their history. The red sloping roofs sitting atop stone walls and encompassed by a bright green backdrop was a colour combination that has tinted my heart forever.


15600107134066520992783061751774.jpgAt the end of this if you want to judge me then please go ahead! My menopause and thyroid hormones have rendered me quite the ‘I dont care less’ types now simply cos I have no energy to care..not that I am insensitive or anything!! Its enough to haul myself…. a much bigger myself might I add ..out of bed , than bother about what people are thinking of me.
Actually I am about to do the unthinkable. I am about to profess that I dont understand high end fashion #facepalm!! Oh the horror you must be thinking!! Does this woman live in the 21st century? Is she faking it? Is she demented! How can anyone not understand fashion ! What a faux pas of a life she must be living !! I can hear your hushed whispers, guys. I know you all are condemning me right now but I seriously couldnt care less! I’m too busy trying to yank my comfy old top which I used to float in a year back down my waist!! Somehow it seems to have shrunk three sizes!! And the lowers..dont even begin to ask about them. They seem to have a mind of their own and have suddenly developed a phobia for riding up my hips and stobbornly refuse to settle on my newly baked muffin top!! Talk about loyalty!!
Moving on, hopefully my mind still hasnt been served too much of a memory fog by the menstrual hormones who are waving goodbye with a smirk on their cruel lips, and I can still gather my thoughts together! Ps. Why the hell do these eostrogens and progesterones suddenly decide to disappear..after torturing us with floods all our lives now they fake busyness and walk off leaving us barren and exhuasted!! Im pretty sure they have no prior commitments or anything better to do! They are just sadists!!
Going back to the world of fashion, where was I? Oh ya..professing a lack of understanding and ineptitude when it comes to high end fashions vis a vis everyday fashion.
Street fashion I can do! High end fashion..I am zapped. My ignorance was set in steel today when I flipped theough the pages of the latest issue of Vogue.
Say what you may but I cannot find logic behind a 65000 rs scarf, or a 115000rs dress or 500000rs worth of bag ! Shoes for 250000rs? Come on..they’re ugly! And that ruffled gown with huge stones on the edges..165000rs? Ha ha ha!! First spend that much money and then walk around in a bejeweled tent! No way!!
My kids have given me a lot of explanations..its the quality, Its the workmanship its the etc etc etc! Okay I get it..it shows in a car. It shows in many a place but that horrendous looking dress that is asking me to shell out more than I lost during the demonetisation days is beyond belief for me!
It doesnt even look comfortable! I feel as if I’ll be strung up like a starched chicken and struggle to remain on my feet while making a grand entry into any party! I fear the hospital bill I incur after falling flat on my face , twirled amongst its many flounces and frills will add to its renumeration at the end of the night!
For me fashion is comfort! Once upon a time it was purely about covering up! Loose, long, soft on the sking, flatteringly forgiving of all the bulges! It later translated to much more…what looked good, what felt good, what was trendy, what was more in sync with the times! Street fashion yes, branded fashion to a slight extent , me fashion Yes!!
I always profess to have and understand shoes more than I have clothes and my family and friends can vouch for that! Shoes are my thing ! Tall ones ,short ones, pointed ones, open toed ones, stilletoes, wedges, blocks, sneakers you name them I have them. People match shoes to outfits ..I do the opposite. I decide what shoes I’m feeling and search for clothes to go with them. In fact this illness runs in our family from my Dad downwards. If we were to guage wealth by the no. of shoes collectively in my family, we would be on our way to buy a luxury yacht right about now!
But , but ,but I reiterate…high end fashion freaks me out! I love running my hand down a good quality fabric or being awed by a label that I heard about in every magazine or fashion site but fathom its wearability or price , I rarely can!!
In fact even the grouchy models strutting up and down a runway wearing so and so’s clothes seem grumpy and uncomfortable in them. Have you ever seen one of those emaciated models let out a smile??? Think about it!!