Every year they celebrated his birthday and Halloween on the same day. This year, 25 little goblins and witches showed up. And so did their parents.
His sister was a fairy. Of course.
His mother was a cat. Of course.
Even late in October it was sunny. It was warm. It was Marrakech.
The tables were dressed with Egyptian fabrics. The napkins were placed in baskets made of recycled Tanzanian beer caps.
They sat outside. The Berber tent provided shade.
There were games to play. They kicked off their shoes before jumping on the trampoline.
They ran a relay race, with rules made by people who lived in a Moroccan olive grove.
They bobbed for apples. And then they ate them.
After the fake shaving game, after the pinata, after the wrap the mummy game, it was time for the cake. The now-eight-year-old boy -- in his costume with its hand-stitched dragon -- blew out all the candles on the first try. Of course.
Then with pockets filled with candy, and with balloons fluttering in tow, the little witches and goblins and their parents hopped on their brooms, and said goodbye. The boy continued to wave until he could no longer see them behind the clouds.
Happy birthday darling Tristan. We love you more than you could ever know.
oh I literally almost fell off my chair when I saw this. Look at what my Norwegian friend Katarina has made (with her own two bare hands.......!). Why it's my muse. How very perfect. And perfectly matched with the black ticking fabric.
I just spent the weekend with my parents before heading back to Morocco. Sigh, it's hard having them so far away. I do love being in their home, filled to the brim with unusual things. I think I have inherited the Curious and Eclectic Gene from the two of them. Their home is a crazy mix of Arab, Asian, and European antiques. Mine is more Arab, African, and Asian, with a dose of American modernism. But both of our homes are about liberally mixing pieces from different parts of the world in a completely non-matchy way.
When I was growing up, my parents were always scouting for special items on trips to Africa, the Middle East, and France. lugging back furniture, light fixtures, and Persian carpets. These days they tend to shop more at auction, and I have learned a lot watching them bid. (Once my Mom bought a set of dishes at a Skinner auction for $3,000 and while wrapping them up had an offer of $20,000 for them. Sold! She's got a great eye. ) My parents tend to like things that are more baroque and decorated than I do. My own taste is what I would describe as ethnic modern. But my parents' design influence on me has been huge. On my travels, I, too, am constantly on the hunt for unusual items to make my home one-of-a-kind.
They have far to much stuff, to show in one post, but let me share some things in my parents' home right now. More next week.
Above, a guest bedroom with antique French Empire beds and much ormolu. (I await the Peak of Chic explanations of ormolu....)
I love this image below. The Bible by the sterling bird with the Islamic calligraphy. (I wish everyone could just get along, she says naively........)
Funny bust in front of an old Buddha hand. This is my Dad's cool, kitschy taste.
Arab sculpture. This is in a room that my parents had made with mashroobiya - these old carved panels that filter in light. Casts such lovely shadows on the walls.
Antique, life-sized Buddha bought in Thailand. Standing in the position called, Holding back the waters. Subtle and unshiny in person, with intricately painted robes.
Wistful bronze that was my grandmother's. Sitting on the banister. This always makes me think of her.
French antique clock. My parents have been buying Empire and Neoclassical pieces for years. (I am sure that Style Court would know all about these two periods.)
Antique Islamic glass. Galle I believe. I am crazy for Arabic script.
Old Cambodian threaders hanging on the kitchen cabinet doors. I asked my Dad to bring some of these back with him to have in my Peacock Pavilions Shop
Antique Syrian inlaid table. I do so love this little man praying.