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November 28, 2010
I’m starring at a blank line on my Twitter, hands on the keyboard and.. nothing. Nothing comes out of my mind worth tweeting. Actually, nothing comes out at all. I want to write something even a little idea to start a conversation or get someone to follow me, but my mind goes blank. Completely. Why? I do not know. I can write posts at any time, comment on facebook or throw something right out of my sleeve, which happens quite often and I can talk and talk. But Twitter – nothing. Zipp. And believe me I’m trying.
I think I’m officially tweetless
Let me explain. My graphic designer suggested I open a Twitter account, you know for marketing purposes I guess. So I did. He suggested I follow people on Tweeter. I did that too (honestly, I only follow a few but not really following you know what I mean?) He also suggested that I tweet something few times a week, something simple like it rained like crazy today here in Florida that the sky turned yellow (and it did).
O.k. so I didn’t post this comment (maybe I should have), but I did post a few. And believe me it wasn’t easy, I had to sit and think. I mean how people do that? It’s Twitter, tweet tweet – it give you a chance to make a sound of your thoughts doesn’t it?
Do I not like Twitter and don’t even know it? Maybe I don’t feel the desire to tweet? I’m happy blogging I can tell you that. Besides, blogs reveal secrets. It’s fun. So what’s the point making a sound when I can sing a whole song?
I’m still starring at a blank space which will probably stay blank for a while. I’ll keep my fingers crossed and hope for the best.
For now, you are more than welcome to visit my blog.
And have a very tweet week, tweety.
November 26, 2010
event of an ordinary day turned into extraordinary night
We usually don’t do Thanksgiving not for any particular reason. Still, thinking about cooking, peeling, chopping, carrying made me feel more tired than I really was. I planned to feed my family cereal for dinner and do absolutely nothing.
But no, my daughter wanted me to cook all the good stuff. Kids have no problem begging I think it’s something they love doing. You just had a birthday party, I worked like a dog to make it happen and I’m still cleaning and now this?? I said, defending myself.
Then my 19 yr old complained she doesn’t like turkey. Where did she come from? I didn’t believe her of course. When someone is starving even wood taste good. Did they make me do Thanksgiving? you bet your roasted turkey they did.
I promised Haim (aka husband Vidal) that this time I’m not going to work hard. Very simple no decorations or inspirations. Just turkey.
Back in the kitchen I constantly reminded myself to keep things simple. Did I keep my promise? I wont even bother to answer.
O.k. just a center piece o.k.? These gorgeous flowers were in every room in the house, haunting me. I had to contain them so I put them in a bowl with some candles, to keep them company. Back to the kitchen.
Oh, I spot those Moroccan see-through lanterns on my way to the kitchen. They simply begged for light. I couldn’t say no. They look much better when lit. I’m going to cook now.
Just so you know, that’s the girl who made do all this. She watched my every step. I complained how hard she made me work. Wait, something is missing.
Yes, dishes. So I got carried away a bit. I love to play with dishes you know. Turquoise Moroccan tea cups called my name. White porcelain saucer demanded attention and Turquoise sea glass was a perfect match. Eclectic Moroccan settings, I love it. O.k. enough decoration. Back to the kitchen.
Seriously, it got a bit dark outside and I needed some light. I added few candles, sea glass and some leafs. That’s it. Oh, my glazed Moroccan bowls that sat lonely on a shelf, well, are not lonely anymore.
I know I know, I said simple right? This table took some work. No wonder I’m exhausted. Promise? what promise? (*sigh*) I never learn.
It turned out so colorful. Loose. Spontaneous kind of Thanksgiving. We ate, talked and laughed. Isn’t that what life is all about?
I’m thankful for my daughters who made me work so hard and for my husband who drove around town to find fresh turkey before I’d change my mind.
I hope you have a colorful and flavorful holiday. Don’t forget to count the littlest pleasures in your life. It’s the tiny pieces that build a whole picture.
November 23, 2010
An event that turned reality into a dream
You see, a recent trip to Morocco has left me enchanted. I still am. Morocco is a country rich with delight and my long lasting memories of her will continue to inspire and stay close to me, like cherished pearls.
Most of all I’m inspired by Moroccan hospitality (maybe because my family is from Morocco). That’s a constant reminder why my mother is who she is: kind, generous and hard-working woman who loves to nurture and care for her family before anything else. Cultural values that have largely influenced me.
But, still excited and loaded with fresh memories I had to do something with all that. Besides working on a new rug collection inspired by the trip, I wanted to create something fun and unusual. Something special that will make us want more of.
And what could be better than hosting a Moroccan dinner party that includes authentic Moroccan recipes, desserts, atmosphere and music. All under a perfectly clear cool skies, surrounded only by nature and candle-lights.
Excited I, your devoted hostess, got to work:
That turned into many. Already felt like magic.
In a blink.
What does your inspiration make you do?
November 18, 2010
One of my favorites rooms in a house is a powder room. A powder room is like a baby waiting to be pampered, waiting to be dressed pretty and decorated with little bows and buttons, waiting to be powdered with sweet smells. A powder room that says:
kiss me. I know you want to.
This is a powder room in my house. I was happy to work on it because first it’s a DIY project, second it allowed me to brake the rules and do what ever I wanted.
Textured walls are painted in Midnight blue color. White crown moldings add personality and perspective.
Bright white accessories show off moody walls.
Gilded ceiling in silver shimmers even in the dark.
Can this little powder room be more glamorous? I think not.
Do you have pictures of a beautiful or corky (in a good way kind of way) powder rooms? Feel free to email them to me. I’ll post them here. What does your powder room look like?
November 17, 2010
What will be my inspiration for the next rug collection? I’m often asked by clients and friends. Although I’m honored by the fact that they show interest in our line, I don’t always have a straight answer. I guess I let inspiration find me. I just never know what to expect.
For that I’ve decided to write this post and keep you updated about the happenings at RUG ART: Our company is at hard work. The staff here and abroad, myself and Vidal are sampling, drawing, sketching, selecting, coordinating and, last but not least, weaving as I speak, our newest addition of rug collection for spring 2011.
Well, we do not weave the rugs ourselves, it would be impossible. For that we have a wonderful team of artisans in Nepal and India, that helps us turn our vision into reality by creating beautiful hand knotted pieces of rug art, so you, dear and inspiring reader/client/future client, will enjoy these rugs for years to come.
This is a preview inspiration turned into rug designs which will be showcased at the ICFF this coming spring, May 14-17 2011, at the Javits center in New York City. Hope to see you there. Of course, you are invited.
Long hours spent on pencil drawings (top right), fibers and colors were repeatedly selected ’till I got it right, samples were modified, I even tasted my inspiration. Yes, I did.
What to expect from this collection you are asking? Well, inspirational designs originated from distant countries, the kind that are not ordinarily encountered. Designs that are intricately hand-knotted into a lush smooth pile of soft Himalayan wool, touched by elegant shimmery silk and Pashmina wool in the most unexpected composition.
I’m getting all excited as I write this post because this year was my most experienced travel year yet and I want to share this with you. I’ve encountered the unexpected, touched the unusual and saw magic. I returned home brainwashed.
Another peak of what was going on this year:
Has taken me to encounter this
We at RUG ART hope to see you soon =)