I would have written this in February but I’ve been stuck in traffic outside a lawn exhibition since. If you live in the open in Karachi, and not under a rock, you cannot have missed the wave of lawn related advertising that has been crashing upon our shores for the last few weeks, leaving sensory carnage in its wake. 2011 has seen a record number of brands flood the market. Some 30-odd designers have lent their names to collections, and if you count the textile mills without big name designers attached and the imitation lawn print makers the number reportedly edges well over fifty. They call me Jofa, say it like Sofa, you look tired hon, lean on my Ottoman. Women are unislamic. Look instead at my jeweled balls floating heavenwards. Because April 1st was already taken, fool! I love the way those bubbles of lightness float across pastel space almost as randomly as the way I park. I must buy this aqua ensemble because it looks ridiculously expensive and so did my husband. Nishat Textile...