When it all goes wrong......When no landscaper can be found...When the counter tops arrive stained....When the olive grove's pump is broken.......When the tile man steals money.......When the doors are put in askew.....When the pool is empty and the credit card full.....

that's when the blogging girl tries to keep some perspective....

when she tells herself that there is magic everywhere....

if she just takes the time to see it....

when she reminds herself that the important things have nothing to do with cement, and bricks, and deadlines....

but are clad in pink and wear high heels....

and just as bad luck blows in with the wind......so too, will it be swept away......

if she is just patient....

It was back in December that she had first heard of her.  Ingrid Pullar.  Ingrid was  photographing a story that the New York Times was running on Marrakech.   No slouch, in addition to the New York Times, she had taken photographs for Time Magazine. 

The blogging girl took one look at Ingrid's portfolio and emailed her.  The email didn't have to go far- - only to Casablanca where the Swedish photographer had lived for years.   Ingrid was friendly, and they exchanged a number of emails and phone calls.

Life hadn't been easy for the blogging girl recently, and so she turned to Ingrid's photos for beauty therapy.  Then she thought that perhaps, just perhaps,  you might be in need of a little beauty therapy, too...

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Picking Moroccan saffron.  The poetic spice culled from an equally poetic flower.....

A tagine, the ubiquitous Moroccan stew seen bubbling all around the city.  Cooked in a conical dish by the same name.  So delicious.

Moroccan roses in a hammam bowl......... Morocco has valleys filled with roses.  No wonder that Moroccan souks are filled with rose soap, rose cream, and rose oil, made fresh.

She had been worried

   but those moments were over.

 She had been sad

                   but those feelings had passed.

Thank you for your sweet words……It made everything so much better:-)

PS the Bahrainis were extra lovely.   Perhaps the universe was paying her back….?

Image by Maryam

Shhhhh.....she was secretly domestic.  She loved setting the table.  She enjoyed folding the napkins.  She liked arranging the flowers.  (Oh dear, what next...?  wearing aprons? ironing?)

When the darling Peacock Painters were here, the blogging girl wanted the tables to be, well, pretty…………

Take a peek.

 
She had a thing for pink......a girlie girl?

The tablecloths were of her own design, edged with handmade passementarie buttons. She didn't want to cover the graceful stems of the Saarinen tables.

She bought the vintage tables from the Italian cultural attache.  The 12 chairs - which she had refinished - were formerly in the garden of the Mamounia hotel; she liked their modern chic.

Little silver decorative animal boxes bought in Cambodia.  Even tables deserve jewelery.....

What do you think of the herringbone floors made out of handmade bejmat tile....?

This was the blogging girl's own seat.......sigh, the one marked compulsive shopper.  Go figure.....