Bitchery Reader Taylor sends this image from by far the most romantic, exceptionally peaceful and relaxing place on earth. Iraq. Where else could you buy a rug to allow yourself the eternal pleasure of walking on a piece of vividly depicted romance?
Seriously. Quoth Taylor, “I was in a gift shop in Irbil, Iraq. Apparently Irbil is part of Romancelandia; I had no idea! This rug was about the size of a smallish coffee table, and the shop owners actually expected someone to buy it and place it on the floor for the next few generations to walk on.”
Irbil, huh? Wow. I need to go shopping there. Soon.
*Bitchery Reader Taylor sends this image from by far the most romantic, exceptionally peaceful and relaxing place on earth. Iraq. *
Oh. I just spit coffee all over the chapter I just printed. Damn.
Um…pretty?
xo
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Geez, it’s colorful to say the least.
Did she break her neck trying to figure out what is on his head?
I wonder what’s in the cup he’s trying to feed her. Something amnesia inducing? From which she will wake up with a secret baby?
Good lord. Give it up silver haired stud – the woman’s neck is obviously broken and force-feeding her tea isn’t going to bring her back to life.
I’m less concerned with her broken neck and instead want to know what the ziggurat shaped things in the front of her shirt are.
As for the middle east as prime Romancelandia real estate, yes! It is! They’ve been writing about it for millenia!
I am my beloved’s, and my beloved is mine: he feedeth among the
lilies. Thou art beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, comely as Jerusalem,
terrible as an army with banners. Turn away thine eyes from me, for they have overcome me: thy hair
is as a flock of goats that appear from Gilead. Thy teeth are as a flock of sheep which go up from the washing,
whereof every one beareth twins, and there is not one barren among them. As a piece of a pomegranate are thy temples within thy locks.
There are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines, and
virgins without number. My dove, my undefiled is but one; she is the only one of her
mother, she is the choice one of her that bare her. The daughters saw her, and blessed her; yea, the queens and the concubines, and they praised her. Who is she that looketh forth as the morning, fair as the moon,
clear as the sun, and terrible as an army with banners?
Awesome.
On a related note, the Bitchery may approve of the image for the ImagineNATIVE film and media arts festival.
Well, whenever I come up out of the desert, scented with myrrh and frankincense, I expect to greeted with more than an elderly geezer bearing cupcakes with a blood-stained keffiyeh! Homeboy needs to visit the laundry hut.
Oh, yes, that part of Iraq that is in imminent danger from being invaded by Turkey. Lot’s of romance headed their way. It’s ironic that the US is actually trying to dissuade Turkey to hold off.
*gets off of political soapbox*
Irbil (Arbil) is Kurdish. Kurds would correct you and say “Kurdish Iraq or Kurdistan.” It’s generally nothing like the rest of the country.
Not so much right now with the PKK and Turkey going at it.
My husband was born there. It’s incredibly beautiful. Very wild and mountainous.
Well, it does seem like a rather typical romance cover. Octogenarian hero, impossibly-positioned, way too young for the hero, heroine with extra perky breasts (possibly to make up for the lack of perky breasts on Graybeard). The only thing missing is a rearing horse (or a shipwreck) in the background.
I give this a B+ for stereotypicality.
Did Bitchery Reader Taylor buy this? I would’ve, unless it was prohibitively expensive. Taylor, how much did they want for it?
Her neck is broken and she only has one arm and yet her legs are crossed demurely.
It’s the dogs-playing-poker carpet of the Middle East…
Was there any doubt??
Congratulations!!
I found this carpet in the strangest gift shop EVER. It was in the Irbil Citadel, just down from the Textile Museum which displays handmade rugs. From the 70s. Not what I would consider museum quality, but what do I know about textiles?
It was kind of a funny day since the South Korean soldiers were there touring also, so I got my picture taken with a ton of Kuridish and Korean soldiers all afternoon. I felt like a celebrity.
Anyway, I didn’t ask about the price of the carpet, but they were selling one about the same size of Moses with the Ten Commandments, in Hebrew, and they wanted $750 for it. As that one was priced astronomically, I figured the Kurdish Clinch would be out of my price range as well.
The place also had Chinese vases, crotcheted Rastafarian caps with the dreds already attached for you, “87 year old” antiques with ‘Stainless Steel 18-8’ stamped on them, algae infested pottery, Saddam Halloween masks and tapes of Russian pop stars, circa 1985.
Like I said, the strangest gift shop EVER.
That shop sounds teh awesome! They need to open a branch in the States so I can visit. I love looking around places like that!