Paper Lamps

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Totally inspired by some amazing paper cut designs made by students for a Paper Lamp project, I made some myself for gifting and for our home this Diwali. Inside are tea light candles. Sandie has already asked for one for her beautuful home. I plan to make lots more, so orders with specs welcome!!!!

Comments

  1. SandhyaNovember 22, 2010 at 3:22 PM

    so stunning!! it's really something else.. i want.

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  2. Ganesh DevrajanNovember 22, 2010 at 10:08 PM

    Wonderful, Xlnt Kr8ve stuff..

    would love 2 possess ur kreation...

    keep the good work flowing...

    God bless u

    Ganesh

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  3. Ganesh DevrajanNovember 22, 2010 at 10:09 PM

    In the words of PERIAMMA

    Appa madiriye, Ponnum kai velai nalla panara

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  4. archanaNovember 22, 2010 at 11:41 PM

    Paper lamps are very beautiful...seems magical .
    Yes, i would love one...please.
    Your kollams are so neat and at the right angles.
    Like the roads here !

    archana

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  5. SujathaNovember 30, 2010 at 10:04 AM

    Gorgeous lamps, Usha. How about a tall floor lamp for me? Preferably foldable so I can bring it back. Kolams look great too. Happy to see you blogging!!! Think abt my lamp.!!!!!

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