I can't see a "pouf" and have it not remind me of my time in Morocco. Isn't nostalgia great? You typically only remember the good, rosy memories. Anyways, I came across these two adorable, little poufs today.
While these aren't exactly like the true Moroccan Poufs you find in the tanneries of Fez, they're enough to stir up those warm feelings. So I'm gonna show you where those little poufs come from (get ready for a few pictures while I make you relive my life in Morocco).
The thing I like best about buying from this country? Bargaining. Never pay the first price they throw out. Cut it in half and start from there. Trust me. And learn some French or Arabic numbers while you're at it. It'll pay off.
Here's a wonderful looking picture a friend/old roommate posted highlighting a pink pouf in a Moroccan-inspired room. And here we are celebrating Christmas Eve five years ago while living there. Desperate for some holiday tradition in a Muslim country, it wasn't easy, but we found a French restaurant with a Christmas tree.
Speaking of camels... and tying this all back to the shop, here's a wonderful little camel back sofa that just came in and two matching chairs.