My Marrakesh

Morocco: and bathroom renovation

I am starting to think about bathrooms for our home and for Peacock Pavilions, our Marrakech guest house. I will have 12 bathrooms to do - imagine that.  Does anyone have any inspiration for me?  Sleek....or glam...or organic...or one of a kind.......

Maybe some of my talented design blog friends-- like Absolutely Beautiful Things, Belle Vivir, Desire to Inspire, Decor8, Cote de Texas, Designer's Block, Girl Meets Glamour, Maison Lunatique, Patricia Gray, or Style Court -- have ideas or a favorite image for me.  Or what about you?

For now, I leave you with a little picture of a Moroccan bathroom.  I like it.  But, ahem, I am not planning on going for this look:-)

Marrakech: and paper fantasies

If only I had the right notebook. I would write a novel.  I would write an opus.  I would charm you with my wit and wisdom.  I would dazzle you with facts astounding.  If only I had the right notebook, I would make plans, big plans, and they would be ingenious.  I would make timelines that actually worked.  I would perfectly print grocery lists, jot down the very best recipes.  If only I had the right notebook, I would never forget a birthday, I would never forget a number.  I would become an artist.  I would become a poet.  I would write a lyric, I would write a love letter, I would write the president. 

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Oh if only, yes if only, I had the right…… or the write……. notebook....

Arab-inspired notebooks from paperblanks, which believes in journals as functional art.

Many thanks to the lovely blog, The Art of Living for sharing the notebook secret.

P.S. Do hop over to the great blog winosandfoodies.com for a Moroccan muffin recipe.  Yum.

P.S. If there are any Australian readers coming to Marrakech soon, please drop me a line.  I have a favor to ask.  Thank you.

Marrakech: and a story of a girl without a curl

She had been around the block more than once.
She had seen things that would make you blush.
She had heard stories of a most intimate kind.
She had been undressed by men and women.
She had been groped by the young and the old.
She had been forced to stand naked in the cold.

She had survived.

She was battered.
She was bruised.
But she was still beautiful.
If you took the time to look

at the Marrakech mannequin.

 

A girl with a curl and other strange stories

There once was a girl with a curl who had to write a slim volume about true things – about torture, disappearances, death, justice and redemption.  It was related to her work, of course.  It was a heavy burden, and the task weighed on her.  Sometimes she felt she could not breathe – that she couldn’t get enough oxygen into her lungs.  Sometimes she couldn’t sleep at night – she tossed and turned with dreams of dark hallways. 

And once that same girl lost the draft of that volume in a mysterious computer crash.  She honestly wondered if she would ever be able to finish it-- or if the universe had other plans for her.

But now that slim volume has been sent packing….off to some smart client people who will try to get some policymakers to listen.  The policymakers never will, of course -- they are busy people, after all.  That slim volume with all its secrets inside will get put away on high shelves in offices here and there and will undoubtedly become forgotten. 

But the girl will know that she did her best.  And more importantly, at least for now, she will know that it is done.  170 pages and 18 months put to rest.

She notices that the air tastes cool and delicious. 

And with that, that same girl offers you this:  some Moroccan beauty.  Because life works out, if you just stick with it.

P.S. Do make sure to visit Patricia Gray's beautiful blog today for a dose of Moroccan design. Patricia's design aesthetic is a personal inspiration to me.  Also do check out Petit Cabinet de Curiosites blog for the most amazing North African-inspired Rubelli fabric.  Stunning.