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....