I don't bother to hide my obsession for the embroidered, the sequined, the beaded. I make no bones about my passion for the fringed, the tasseled, the mirrored. Let me wear it all. Oh! Let me wear it all! Or at least gaze upon it in wonder....
Valentino's 2014 Spring/Summer campaign shot by Craig Mcdean
I don't bother to hide my obsession for the embroidered, the sequined, the beaded. I make no bones about my passion for the fringed, the tasseled, the mirrored. Let me wear it all. Oh! Let me wear it all! Or at least gaze upon it in wonder....
Valentino's 2014 Spring/Summer campaign shot by Craig Mcdean
Which one's your favorite?
So it was Thanksgiving and we were in Morocco, of course. And rather than let the holiday slip away, leaving us with yet a more tenuous thread to the country from which we came............. we chose to celebrate with 20 friends and family.
Our Thanksgiving theme was the Wilds of Africa. {Because Morocco is in Africa, despite popularly confused opinion.}
This is a tale of how it went........
We got to decorating the Arabian tent at Peacock Pavilions. We gathered some of our crazy African loot.
African stools and old beads
Animal skulls and bones.....
A batik length of cloth from Mali, antlers, strands of African pods.
African antiquities, namecards with African porcupine quills.
Objects dressed up to look their African best........
A herd of antelopes and old bauxite beads.
Bunches or yellow roses in vintage Ethiopian tole containers. Gazelle horns.
Antique Tuareg nomadic bags and olive branches hung in the air.
Shiny Amy-- helping out at Peacock Pavilions for two months--took to the African madness with gusto.
And it all ended up looking like this....
We put out the horn and abalone serving utensils.
And the glimmery dishes.......
The menu was masterminded by Peacock Pavilions very own Michelle, with a 30 pound turkey sourced by the Four Seasons Marrakech and cooked by our friend, Kimo.
We filled our plates.
And we dug in.
Most importantly, we went around the table, and each of us gave thanks, large and small........
We ate and ate and gave more and more thanks......until some literally passed out......
Happy Thanksgiving. Today and every day.
How would you define your style? Somebody asked me that question this week. I replied, nomadic chic or modern tribal.
Here are a few snapshots around my place, Peacock Pavilions in Marrakesh.
A grouping of old African stools around a sculpture bought in Nepal.
A collection of hands of Fatima custom-made by Caroline Douglas and her students for Peacock Pavilions.
A Moroccan mosque sculpture in front of a vintage Moroccan photo.
A collection of Moroccan pottery, some with Arabic calligraphy. Deer purchased in India.
A beaded goat bought in South Africa, in front of a set of antique Tibetan spice boxes.
An old bracelet bought in Afghanistan, nestled in hand beaded African baskets.
Gazelle horns bought in the Marrakech souks, along with a vintage tin of Egyptian cigarettes and an old Afghan bejeweled earring.
Antique Santo from the Philippines hanging around with African masks. Whale ribs to the fore.
PS Want some bohemian chic of your own? Visit Red Thread Souk for one of a kind tribal textiles. Or come to Peacock Pavilions B&B in Marrakech and shop, shop, shop for cool nomadic loot ........... I'd love to meet you here:-)
