Eight chapters, one house
Forty-two years of shortlisting — fabric by fabric, bed by bed, wall by wall — has given us a small, considered range. Nothing here is on the floor for the sake of stock. If we keep it, we've already backed it. If we don't, we tell you where to find it — even if that's someone else's floor.
The right curtain solves three problems at once: the light that keeps you up, the balcony that watches your Sunday afternoon, and the room that felt unfinished until you hung something at its window. Twenty-two sheer weights, three-pass blackouts for the ones who like their weekends dark, jacquards woven for us in Erode. Tailored by us, hung by us, altered by us if the drop's a finger off.
A carpet is the layer that finally makes a room feel like one — softer underfoot in winter, quieter to walk through at midnight, kinder to a toddler about to fall. Hand-knotted wool from Bhadohi for the rooms that ought to last twenty years, flat-woven dhurries from Mirzapur for the corridors that see daily traffic, and honest machine-mades when the budget calls for one. Knot-count on every label — no inflated numbers, no imported fiction.
You will spend a third of the next decade on this mattress. It is worth twenty minutes of choosing. Eleven beds on the floor, laid out to try — please lie down on three, don't apologise for taking your time, and don't leave without knowing which one your shoulders prefer. Authorised for Sleepwell, Kurlon, Duroflex — meaning your warranty runs through us, not to a call centre.
Some rooms need light on a dial — half of it at three o'clock, none of it at bedtime, all of it on Sunday morning. That is what blinds do that curtains cannot. Roman in cotton for the reading corner, roller blackouts for the bedroom, wooden venetians where the study wants something firm. Motorised — and, more importantly, quiet — installed by our own electrician, warranty through us.
Change one wall, and the whole room reads new. It is the smallest civil work you can do to a house, and the one that returns the most. Asian Paints Nilaya and Marshalls on the floor, imported prints from Italy and Germany by special order — hung by Naresh, who has been hanging paper for us since 2003. Bubble-free. If not, we hang it again, no argument.
We collect it in a truck, strip it down, replace the springs if they've gone, restuff the cushions, re-cover it in a fabric you actually chose, and deliver it home in ten days — better than you remember it. New pieces too — chenille, jacquard, linen, leatherette, indoor-outdoor performance. Sold by the metre, upholstered by the room.
Ten degrees of comfort separate a good night from a bad one, and most of them live in the weave. Pure-cotton sateen and percale in 250 to 600 thread counts, quilts and dohars in winter weights, pillow forms we re-fill on request. We do not sell polyester sheets. We never have.
A runner turns supper into an occasion, and a set of napkins turns your dining table into someone else's memory. Jacquard, plain weave, runners, place-mats, napkins, tea-towels — woven for us, gift-wrapped at the counter without being asked, and as good a wedding present as any we know of.
Or, the easiest way
Two minutes from Ameerpet Metro. Tea is on. Bring your room measurements, or don't — we'll come measure them for you.