[Moroccan wedding blanket I got from the lovely Maryam of My Marrakesh.]
I retract all previous complaints—verbal, electronic, and otherwise—about people posting excessive amounts of photos of babies. My sympathy for their affliction, however, is not because I plan on joining the ranks. It’s because I now know what it feels like to be in possession of the most beautiful, brilliant thing I’ve ever laid eyes on:
a Moroccan wedding blanket.
When I saw it, I knew it was something we’d have for the rest of our lives. Something 100% unique. Magical, transformative, spectacular in every way.
Every single one was gorgeous; it was almost impossible to choose. In the end, I went for the most colorful one I could find. Go big or go home, right?
Maryam said it has protective powers—I hope they work against Eli, who I’ve found mysteriously licking the stripes of shag on a few occasions.
Best investment ever. Go check out her Flickr set, she has a whole bunch of beautiful blankets, and rugs and poufs.
p.s. it lives in purse form. Look at this gorgeous Chanel bag!