Moroccan jewelry

Morocco: and a tale of tribal jewelry

I have always admired those fine chains, those delicate bands, those feminine studs.  I have always thought pretty, pretty at the single diamond solitaire twinkling at the hollow of the neck.  I recognize the light-as-a-feather bangle paired with the watch, and understand the demure pearls clasped on the ears.  So discreet, so elegant, so mother-approved.  Evidence of sweet avowals of love on appropriate occasions.  Lovely, lovely. 

 Yes, I have always admired that approach.  Always.  

 But as for me…that is another matter altogether.  

The piles of bracelets, the multiple rings, the earrings that reach my shoulders.  The talismans, the amulets, the gris-gris purchased in Turkish boutiques or Yemeni outposts or in Lao online shops.  The chunky, the tribal, the mysterious.  That’s what I wear.  Yes, that’s what I wear every day.  




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Some of my favorite ethnic chic jewellers: 


Check out more of my large stash of jewelry here.  And see how I store my jewelry here and here.  

PS Tell me the tales of your jewelry. I'd love to hear. 

Marrakech: and a tale of a cocktail party

It had all the elements, you see.  


It was a cocktail party at the Marrakech home of an antiquities dealer...

and his wife, a very favorite jeweler of mine...


As you would expect, there were strange and special things, scattered here and there.

The guest list for this party was small but impressive.  There were Moroccan art dealers and retired financiers.  

There were also beautiful girls...

There was even nudity! (A little scandal always improves a party, don't you think?)

Thankfully the King of Morocco turned a blind eye.


The youngest guest was my own Skylar (wearing a combination of leopard, stripes and ikat).  And the newest guest was Michelle -- a brand new intern at Peacock Pavilions.


There were delicious things to drink and eat.


And the cake was heavenly....

So much so, that I could have sworn I was touched by an angel.....


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