Marrakech: and a tale of a powder room of one's own

My tiny powder room at Peacock Pavilions is, cough, a bit unusual. 

You're never quite sure what you'll see.  But there are extra eyes in case you need them. (And you just might.)

 
There are thing that I found.  That I made. That I was sent. 

 
There are even love notes and stories.

 
And surprises hidden in envelopes that you pull out with a ribbon.


Almost-Miss America lives in there.

 

Along with the strangest fairy.  

 

As well as more romantic characters.
 

 

There are song birds that sing...

 

 

And even a giraffemanaged to squeeze in (?!?!)

 
  The Mad Hatter keeps telling me it's mad. 

But then again he says that about everything.....

 

Happy powdering....