Dear friends,
Inside each of us resides two of us. We pretend on the outside that there is just one but really, there are two. There is the one that is the beauty and the hope and the light. And then there is the other that is the ugly, the angry and the dark...
I have never hidden my love for color and pattern. I feel my most energized and happy when it surrounds me. If shopping in my own store, these are the pieces I would buy...
Less but better. My home, my life. It's a work in progress. It's true that I love beauty and I collect it. But I also collect the stories. I have many pretty things in my shop, but I thought I would share with you the things that I would buy for myself.
As the daughter of a Persian mother, I grew up in houses filled with all sorts of high piled woolen rugs, intricately patterned silk carpets, and tightly woven antique kilims. When I was older and got married, my gift from my parents was a huge and fantastical carpet with curving arabesques and floral flourishes in lavender and black.
I often get asked what I mean when I refer to Moroccan “pile rugs” as opposed to “flat weave rugs” and so I thought I would give you a little primer and share some carpet beauty…
