#moroccan gift

[bluesidedown]

Gratitude time

[mlavistudio]

Mlavi love Morocco.

Moroccan style is a distinctive trend in home decoration and fashion which takes its roots from Moorish architecture and Moroccan architecture. The boho-chic Moroccan style has become famous in the last decades with many celebrities adopting the style from Yves Saint Laurent to Will Smith. 

From traditional Moroccan lanterns, Berber rugs, brass door knockers, Moroccan tiles (Zellige) to Moroccan textile prints and art, Mlavi's Morocco collection was inspired by Moroccan textile & architecture to offer vegan leather cross body bags, wristlet wallets, flat wallets, purses, pouches, luggage tags & makeup pouches with whimsical, beautiful Moroccan pattern prints.

They're great for everyday use as well as thoughtful gifts for your family & friends. Wholesale available at www.mlavi.com for gift shops, fashion accessories & clothing boutiques, book stores in Canada, USA & worldwide.

[mchiti]

I got my baba an iphone 12 as a gift [now I'm broke y'all]. I have an iphone 11. He's INSISTING to give me his new phone and take mine despite it making absolutely no difference for me (the only difference is that I got his in green which I have to admit is such a cute colour BUT IT'S OKAY I DON'T CARE]

so it's been 2 hours of us going back and forth over this.

"take it"

"no"

"wallah 3afak hala take it"

"no"

AND NOW HE WAS TALKING TO MY BROTHER on the phone "your sister got a new phone..."

NO>>???????????

[rug99]

Azilal rug, Authentic Moroccan rug, Berber carpet, Handmade rug, Area rug, Wool rug, Tapis berbere,

[lavishy]

Great online shopping destination of Moroccan gift ideas is LAVISHY Boutique where you can discover original, beautiful and affordable Morocco themed vegan bags, wallets, pouches, purses, coin purses, cardholders, travel accessories, fashion jewelry and gifts designed by vegan brand LAVISHY and Mlavi Studio. From iconic tile pattern to fabulous textile motifs, you can discover 150+ Moroccan inspired designs fashion accessories & gifts including flower themed vegan bags, purses, wallets, coin purses, pouches, travel accessories, tech accessories, fashion jewelry (rings, earrings, necklaces, bracelets, hair accessories, brooches/pins) and social stationary as well as gifts for yourself, your family & friends for birthday, holiday & everyday. FREE GIFT with every order! These colorful and cheerful Moroccan gift ideas are available for wholesale at www.lavishy.com and www.mlavi.com to gift shops, clothing and fashion accessories boutiques, book stores, museum and airport gift stores, souvenir shops.

[storekech]

2 Rare Ancient Pipe Tobacco and Leather wallet , Casting Smoking A Extremely Rare, SEBSI Tobacco and leather handbag for storing pipes

[personal-vacation-planner]

Moroccan Bracelets & Necklaces:

Elegant Moroccan Bracelets: Captivating Adornments from Morocco Moroccan bracelets stand as captivating symbols of culture and artistry, hailing from the enchanting realm of jewelry from Morocco. From the delicate allure of moroccan bangles to the intricate design of moroccan silver and moroccan bracelet gold, each piece carries the essence of Morocco’s elegance. Whether it’s the opulent shimmer of moroccan gold bracelet or the subtle charm of moroccan silver bracelet, these adornments tell stories of Morocco’s soul. Berber bracelets echo traditions and heritage, while berber silver resonates with the past. The moroccan beaded bracelet adds a contemporary touch to timeless beauty. Within these bracelets, the spirit of Morocco’s craftsmanship, embodied by moroccan jewellery, morocco jewellery, and morocco jewelry, is woven into wearable art that transcends time and borders.

[minomarrakech]

1920s hand painted round coffee table

Capture the elegance and charm of a bygone era with this stunning antique wooden round short table, painstakingly crafted and lovingly hand-painted in the 1920s. A true treasure of yesteryear, this remarkable piece promises to add a touch of timeless beauty to any space

[katz-chow]

my first time requesting im sorry if it sounds really bad or cringe ehehsbbejrr

how do you think Simon would react to someone who has a seashell collection they are v e r y overprotective of and they give him one of the seashells because they trust him???

selling seashells by the seashore? nope!

synopsis: what the ask said! + a bit more because i started to really get into it

warnings: fluff, sfw, gn! reader, established relationship, marriage, a glimpse into simon's private life, soap being soap

a/n: i’m literally on an island rn and i’m pretty sure this seagull is screaming at me so i thought this would be very fitting 😝

Simon definitely has his pockets filled, only with Moroccan sand and shells and rocks and…possibly a starfish? It’s not much, but truly it’s honest work when it comes to him picking up and inspecting every shell or sea cookie there is out here on this damn beach. Soap hollers at him from a few yards away, hand beckoning for him to come over.

“Ain’t this one a big ol' Lad?” Johnny says with his hand on his hip and the other pointing down at a huge mollusk, it’s opal and rainbowed color shone in the blazing sun.

The taller one smiled behind his mask and grunted as his knees popped, reaching down to pick it up. With a knife, he poked and prodded into whatever was in it, which was now just a dead, sandy mess at his feet. “Pretty, then again, anything prettier than your face, Johnny.”

Soap glared at him, “Yeah, at least I have a face.”

Simon missed you terribly. Miles and miles away, he just thinks about how his lovely spouse is on their daily walk down the beach, trading and finding pretty shells to show him once he gets back. You two do this every time he comes home. After a few days of resting (with mostly Simon either shutting off in his own room or hiding his face in the crook of your neck in your shared room), you sit him down on the kitchen table and pull out your beach bag to debrief about the new shells. Each one with a different story attached to it and each one you wanted to share and love.

“I got this one from a fisherman that caught it in his net when he went fishing in the Bahamas!” You showed him a huge, pink and white conch shell that was larger than both your hands combined.

Simon smiled at you and took your prized possession from your hands and inspected the shiny finishing of it. “You weren’t at the Bahamas, Lovie, what did you do to get it?”

“Oh I traded a hermit crab shell for his nephew’s crab.” You said fondly, petting the shell that looked normal sized in his own hands.

Simon pockets the large nautilus shell into his bag somewhere and feels his breast pocket for the small, spiral shell that you’ve gifted him. It was his birthday, the day you saw his toothy grin for the first time.

You had found a beautiful, black, spiral shell the size of a blade. Taking it home, you filed the tip into it was sharp enough to cut through…something, you thought. You don’t know what he exactly would cut, but it’ll come in handy right?

He cried that day when you sheepishly offered him this small gift box, a silver bow resting on the top of it. After you calmed him down and held onto his arm, he opened it and a goofy smile replaced his tears.

“I sharpened it, it’s like a…like uhm a shank?” You said, rather confused actually.

Your husband snorts at your reasoning and picks up the lustrous black shell into his hands. He examines it closely, spinning and turning it in his fingers to make it shine in different angles. With the hard padding of his index finger he grazed the tip of the shell, and sure enough, it was sharp. Simon huffs a laugh to himself thinking about how he could potentially use this as his next melee weapon.

“Do you…like it?” You ask him hesitantly, sitting across from him on the couch. Your own hand fidgeted with each other as you pull and push on your knuckles, making them pop gently.

The large man in front of you looks up at you, eyes a bit wide in confusion. A small gasp is heard from the parting of his lips and he softens his gaze, looking at you fully. He didn’t laugh at you, he laughed at himself. “It’s silly…to be killed with a seashell, hmm?”

Large hands found yours as he abandoned the shell temporarily on the safe coffee table. He kisses your forehead. “Of course I love it, my sea star…best gift ever.”

Simon knew that it wasn’t just a gift from his spouse that day. No that’d be too simple, and his life is anything but. That was a piece of you, your love for him manifesting in such a small, delicate object. To break it, was to break a piece of you…and you would raise hell if he did.

His face settled on a slightly less disgruntled face under his mask as he looked off into the coast. With a pat on the breast pocket of his vest, he pondered to himself, ‘This time, it’ll be different.’ This time he has his own collection to present to you. This time he knows you’ll be even more excited than that time you found a perfectly round sand dollar when he shows you these little treasures. Maybe this time you’ll even scream when he shows you this dried starfish.

But one thing’s for sure, he’ll come home to you after all this. And one day, there’ll be no more war, no more bloodshed, just two old spouses sitting on the beach, the sun rising steadily, and a wall of shells from coasts all around the world.

[alexanderwales]

My son is apparently learning about civics at his school, and he wants to share his knowledge with me, which I try my best to indulge, because I like sharing knowledge with people too.

Son: I have a fun fact for you. Me: Okay, go ahead. Son: Kamala Harris is running for President and her running mate is actually from Minnesota, where we live. Me (waiting for the fun fact and slowly realizing that was it): Oh, interesting. Tim Walz, right? Son (with relief): Yeah. He's our ... governor.

I made the mistake of telling him that we could go to a rally, and he was so gung ho about it that I felt sad about telling him that political rallies are actually really boring. But he still wants to go, I think because he thinks I'm hiding something cool from him, or just because he doesn't trust my tastes.

He did have one other fun fact, which is that one of our presidents had two tiger cubs that were confiscated by Congress. He couldn't remember which president, and I guessed that it was Teddy Roosevelt, but we looked it up later that night and it was actually Martin Van Buren.

Except I looked it up more once he'd gone to bed, and apparently this is just a persistent and oft-repeated myth. Van Buren got horses as gifts from Oman and had to decline them due to the emoluments clause, but they arrived anyway, and had to be "disposed of" which in this case meant put up for auction. Separately, the Sultan of Morocco wanted to gift Van Buren with a male and female lion, because gift-giving was culturally important, but the consulate said no, so the officer trying to deliver these lions said that instead they would go to Congress, which is also not allowed, and finally the lions ended up living in the Moroccan consulate for three months before being sent over.

Personally, I love the (untrue) story about Van Buren getting some tiger cubs as a gift, saying "yay, big kitties!", and then getting into a fight with Congress about it. It's also a simple story to tell, and it's got a happyish ending, where the tiger cubs end up living in a zoo, nevermind that American didn't really have zoos, and that I wouldn't want to be a tiger in a 1830s zoo.

But I also love the story of a consulate having to keep lions for three months because there's a cultural misunderstanding about gifts and a clash between the early American ideals about their political institutions meeting the diplomatic reality of a tradition of gift-giving. Van Buren certainly didn't want them, and not only because they're a dangerous and expensive animal to maintain, but because foreign powers giving gifts to the President was bad precedent.

So anyway, I have to explain this to my son, who assuredly read the tiger cub fact in a book somewhere. Maybe it's a good lesson about not trusting everything you read, but he seemed excited to share this fun fact about history, and I have to imagine that he's going to be a little bit sad that it's not true.

(The Omani horses and Moroccan lions both made it to America, and were then auctioned off. It's unclear what their fates were, but I like to imagine that they had happy, healthy lives, and that the lions would go on to fight on the side of the Union in the Civil War.)