Cairo: and a tale of gold colored glasses
I’m trying not to dwell on
the unnecessary hurts.
the unexplained delays
the unreasonable demands
No, instead, I’m choosing to believe that
all that glitters is, well, gold.
Because then maybe it really will be.
Thinking positive thoughts in Cairo and hoping it will all work out.
Images I took on Al Moaz Street.
Marrakesh: a tale of bits of news
Dear friends,
It's been such a busy week. I'm coming up for air. Here's some news
* I have gotten the full proof of my Moroccan interior design book from my New York-based publisher, Artisan Books. I am now providing design commentary and working on captions. Oh my!
*Peacock Pavilions is in a brand new publication Heart Home Magazine! Take a peek at pages 142-147. Many many thanks to the 2 darling editors in chief who were at the Moroccan design & shopping retreat at Peacock Pavilions last Spring. (And congrats on this oh-so-pretty publication!)
* Eat Pray Move has been having a fab yoga retreat at Peacock Pavilions this week. They are all adorable! For you yoga fans, Erin's hosting another retreat at Peacock Pavilions in March! Check it out here.
* A new flock of Peacock Painters is heading back to Peacock Pavilions on October 1. Throw caution to the wind and come! There are still a couple of slots left! Find out more info here.
* Foodies of the healthy variety might want to consider Chef Jennifer Robertson's Raw Glamour retreat at Peacock Pavilions in January. Lots of hands on cooking and other fun stuff!
*I've been asked to speak about Moroccan design at the Design Leadership Summit next Spring. So excited!
* I have new and incredible stock of vintage Moroccan Beni Ouarain Berber carpets at my shop, Red Thread Souk. They're gorgeous! See them here.
* I leave for Egypt on assignment this Sunday. So next time you hear from me...........that's where I'll be:-)
With love from Marrakesh,
Maryam
Marrakesh: and a tale of remembering, again
Dear friends,
It was 19 years ago today that it happened. A squeal of the wheels, a twist of the tires and then a face -- my own -- suddenly gone.
And so it is today that I remember. I remember My Year of Living Ugly. This day always seems to come as a reminder just when I need it.
Here's wishing you a weekend of reflection. I know I'll be having my own.
With love from Marrakesh,
Maryam
PS I'm in this month's issue of Glam, included in a piece on ethnic dressing. Many thanks to writer, Deepti Chadalavada:-)