Sometimes I really want things. Other times I want to get rid of everything. Ever since returning from Morocco pouf-less last year, things have been weird. Poufs are everywhere. They cost hundreds of dollars. In Marrakech they cost thirty dollars. Thirty-five at the airport and believe me I thought about it. Jim kept saying just get one. I kept saying no, this way we can come back.
I want to sit around on them. I want to put my feet up. I want these poufs from Zid Zid. I want to go back to Morocco.
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i remember that photo shoot in Cookie! that's when i started wanting a poof, too. west elm had some in silver & gold a few years ago, but they were pretty expensive, too.
35 DOLLARS?!?! are you mad, woman???? :D next time, i'll give you some cash & you can bring me back one, or vice versa. okay?
i must admit...i suffer from pouf envy too!! don't worry darling, there will always be a next time!!
I am real life chums with Moulay and Julie of Zidzid! (GoGo!)
Yes, yes, to wanting to go back to Marrakesh
we meant to go this winter but failed to find
a dog sitter
we are overdue to meet and chat
much love
Ugh. To be poofless. I know the feeling.
If I had a thousand dollars sitting around just waiting to be spent on poufs, I'd opt for this SHAG TUFFET:
http://www.pedlars.co.uk/page_2909.html
just saw this guide to making your own poof on d*s and thought of you!
http://www.designspongeonline.com/2010/05/sewing-101-making-a-pouf.html
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