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In The Absence of a Blogger When I sat down to write this post, I hesitated for nearly 10 minutes - Where do I start? Do I pick up from where I left, ..or do I omit the past month from the chapters of the blog and pretend the pages accidentally fell out of the book? I think there's no better way to communicate an emotion than the unrehearsed version of it. Same goes to writing. I'm sorry, I am terribly sorry for many things. I am sorry for our loss, I'm sorry for not having the time to reply to your emails and some of the comments left here (please know that I read them all, everything). And I'm very sorry for making my blog second priority over the past month. Will it ever happen again? je ne sais pas but I rrrrrrreally hope not. What was keeping me away? Well, for nearly 2 weeks, my ISP denied me access to my FTP server (yep, seriously) it took several troubleshooting tickets and a myriad of phone calls to get that activated again, it turned out to be a 'small' technical error (to say the least). Next, and more importantly, I was living the drama of moving from one continent to another. I never knew that the logistics involved in decorating a place remotely, implementing plans, and organizing matters for a move from Abu Dhabi to France could be SO consuming. Lesson learned? Never trust a domestic curtain maker, EVER. After four months of rigorous selection of fabrics, matching, and mind sucking attempts to a fruitful imagination, my interior contractor decided to give me the boot, 1 week before agreed delivery date (which was by the way 5 days before booked shipping date), his explanation was that he was running under capacity due to a new project on board, outfitting of a wedding and the couple's new home. What is it about us in this part of the world? Why does everything have to stop with no chance of competition when it comes to the mention of a wedding? After a series of mini nervous breakdowns, I knew I had to recollect myself, it was time for critical thinking (a course we took at college a century and a half ago). I knew it was a lost battle, and I couldn't afford to spend the time eating myself up on his shortcoming. Instead, I picked up the phone to my own version of 911 (a.k.a. Lamya) & asked her for help. After two days in Dubai, maaaanyyy hours flipping through rows and layers of fabrics at Silk Land & Co. and by some twist of fate (& a lot of luck, if I may add) we met Mr.Sanfoor, my Merlin in this entire pursuit who made EVERYTHING sound possible, despite the slightly confused look on his face. I decided to commission him for everything; the curtains, the cushions, the bed covers, bed skirts, and everything else -- to me, it was a leap of faith (well I had no choice really) and to him, it was "this crazy lady from Abu Dhabi who wants everything done in 3 minutes"      Mr.Sanfoor kept to his word and delivered the first batch 3 days after the date of order. The batch contained: - Bed cover + bed skirt of the master bedroom (my room)       Two days later, the second batch: - 2 fionka foot stools for the living room And yesterday (or the day before? I lost track) I received a 3 seater sofa for the living room, 2 curtains in taupe, and adooorable fionka bed covers for the twin bed room. It was a relief. I am now eligible to write a book titled "How to Decorate a Mansion in 48 Hours" and if anyone argues with that, I'll punish them by introducing them to Mr. Ditching Contractor.    The moovers came by for packing yesterday, and with everything box the sealed I felt a slight comforting breeze of relief. Bit by bit, my place started going back to its original condition: neat. They then headed out for the storage I have in Al-Wathba for the bulk of the stuff, ..they're still packing. It's amazing how us girls in our culture almost never go through experiences like these, ..we grow up sheltered, our life planned for us in ways precisely fitting the mold of the norm. The first time my mom heard me say that I intend to decorate my place on my own, with the help of my loyal crew comprised of a slightly overweight lady (Naima), a maid that doesn't know when to stop laughing at herself (Serena), a driver who uses classical arabic as his main form of communication (Rasheed) and a bunch of spoiled -but nonetheless courageous- tiny dogs, she went insane. She still doesn't think it's a good idea. To tell you the truth, neither do I. But what I know is that a bad idea is not bad until you've tried it and experienced it for yourself. As far as I'm concerned, everything is possible - we just often don't believe it is, or are too afraid to have a go at it. I don't know where I'm going with it, and with my increasing responsibilities at work, I know I won't have the luxury of time to spend reasonable amounts of time there. But I have plenty of ideas for the place, ..and who said you have to see the whole staircase before you take the first step? I'll opt to take the first step in faith, and wait for the next one to unfold - one at a time, one pleasant event at a time. This post may have been longer than what your appetite calls for, but it's only a portion of what I have to share. Had it been not for my soar and tender muscles, and the smell of my warm bath luring me to it, I would have spent the night writings.. I miss you x Labels: Deco, Domestic Goddess, La Dolce Vita $7 in my moola box | link | email this post |
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