The details were important to her. She thought about the small things...about the soap dishes, the trash bins, the key chains. She wished that everything could be just so at Peacock Pavilions. She sometimes grew frustrated when she couldn't find the things she wanted - not the right forks, not the right faucets, not the right fabrics. She begged people traveling to Marrakech to courier special items for her that she ordered online and shipped to them.
When it came to dishes, she knew she would have to find a local source.......because, after all, dishes are fragile...they break. A trip of the foot, a stub of the toe, and replacements are needed. While Moroccan pottery might be tempting -- so colorful, so hand-crafted -- also soon shabby......the telltale chips, the flaking paint. Oh no, that wouldn't do........
Then there was white porcelain.....Porcelain..... so elegant and the white so pristine, so restaurant-like. And easily replaced. But Moroccan? Not particularly. And memorable? Not at all.........
Moroccan porcelain was called for. Finally, after contemplation, she decided on a pattern from Porcelain de Fes........ Classic, in good taste, and so Moroccan with its intricate mosaic designs, reminiscent of Moroccan tile work or zelij. And the blue...so lovely -- why, even Swedes couldn't complain.
So bright and early one morning.......she marched off with her checkbook...... She returned with dinner, salad and desert plates, as well as fruit bowls, platters, and the sweetest tiny dishes for butter, jams, and honey. She stacked them up, she packed them in tissue, she marked the large box with Peacock Pavilions in black permanent ink.
One step closer............ (Pssst.....doors opening October 15, 2008)
