Why I Keep Coming Back To Textiles.

It’s been a year since I posted anything here. 

That sentence feels strange to type out. A part of me still can’t believe I let Rooee sit quiet for that long, and yet, every time I opened a blank page, I’d freeze. Not because nothing to say - but maybe because I wanted it to be just right. And sometimes, that pressure silences the voice you’re trying to set free. But here’s what I’ve realised: the love never left.  Not once.

Even when I wasn’t writing, I was noticing. A handwoven Ikat on someone’s kurta. A forgotten block print in my wardrobe. A vintage textile in a corner shop, I wandered into without meaning to. The way a simple fabric could evoke a memory or stir an emotion—it never stopped working its quiet magic. 

 I think that’s the thing about textiles - they wait for you.

They hold their stories in silence until you’re ready to listen again. In many ways, I think that’s what this blog is about, too.

So today, I’m choosing to begin again. Not with a plan or a perfectly curated content calendar (though I have ideas). But with softness. With curiosity. And with that same awe, I felt when I first fell in love with fabric.

Rooee was always meant to be more than a blog. It’s a space for slow fashion, thoughtful textiles, half-woven thoughts, and tiny sparks of inspiration. Maybe it’s okay that I stepped away for a while. And maybe it’s even more okay that - I’m ready to start small.  

One post. One thread. One texture at a time. 

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Tell me: Have you ever come back to something after a long pause? What called you back?