This is a tale of patience. A tale of incredible beauty. A story of marriage and the hopes and dreams of a young woman who will forever remain anonymous. It is a story of an old Berber tradition but still very much alive. A tale about being pretty and protected against the evil eye. A story about blessings.
The tale continues in an old truck on the small and very bumpy road between a petite village in the Middle Atlas Mountains to the hustle and bustle of Marrakech. In the story the truck finally arrives at its destination behind the ancient red walls of the city near the souks of the Jemaa El Fna square. There is a cart puller in this story, pulling a cart load full of ivory white blankets, all of them folded and embracing tightly their inner secrets.
The story is missing a few details, but it is unmistakably clear about the moment when a particular blanket caught my blissful eye. A story about searching and gratefully finding. It is a tale of a thousand sparkles, each and every one hand sewn onto the loomed wool. This is a tale about one of the most beautiful Moroccan wedding blankets I have ever seen!
|H326 Absolutely stunning Moroccan wedding blanket!|
|The amount of work, the patience and the beautiful result!|
More tales of patience and beauty in the Handira Boutique
Oh, and a new stock of vintage Handira pillow cases have arrived too!