Caravan Dreams November 27 2014, 0 Comments
A few weeks ago we had the pleasure of decorating a client's winter tent for her. She wanted to update the traditional bedouin bait shar she had and make it look modern and chic. We filled it with our striped Tokyo Dhurries to match the seating and cushions lines. We made sure to stick to the Arabian nights feel and keep the seating on the floor. We kept our brass stars and marble bowls on the floor for the snacks and food. Thanks to our client this project was a creative and fun collaborative process.
Rugs, Trays, Candle Stands, Bowls, Cushions, and Lanterns are all available online.
Marrakech Express November 27 2013, 0 Comments
Traveling to an exotic destination opens your mind and senses to new experiences. The best part of travel is trying the local foods of the place you visit. Recently we've been dreaming of jetting off to Marrakech, that's why we named our newest dhurrie pattern after the enchanting city. To feed our curiosity we're going to try a Moroccan Carrot, Sweet Potato, and Lentil Soup.
Serves 6 to 8
2 tablespoons olive oil
1 large Vidalia or sweet yellow onion, chopped
1 large sweet potato, peeled and chunked
5 to 6large carrots, peeled and chunked (about 4 cups)
1 cup red lentils
8 cups vegetable or chicken stock
1 tablespoon Harissa paste 2teaspoons Ras el Hanout
1 teaspoon salt
1/2 teaspoon pepper
Black Caraway for garnish
Greek yogurt for garnish
Cilantro for garnish
Sweat the onions in the olive oil for 6 to 8 minutes until soft and translucent.
Add the remaining ingredients and spices except for garnishes.
Bring to a boil and simmer gently for 25 minutes until the potatoes, lentils, and carrots are soft.
Let the soup cool a little and blitz it with an immersion blender until smooth and creamy. If you want to add some cream or half and half, by all means go ahead, but you don't need to. TASTE the soup. Add more harissa, spice, salt and pepper as needed.
Ladle soup into bowls and garnish with Caraway seeds, a dollop of Greek yogurt, and some cilantro.
Marrakech dhurrie available here in three different sizes.
(Recipe and image courtesy of Food52)
Beautiful Moments October 22 2013, 0 Comments
Here at ecru we love to share beautiful moments with you, so we created a series of videos to set you in a festive mood.
We hope you love it, just as much as we love creating it.
Enchanting Jaipur June 25 2013, 0 Comments
After the hustle and bustle of Bombay we hopped on the train to enchanting Jaipur. Once there, we met with all the talented artisans we work with to discuss the production of new exciting ecru products for your home. Bright colors of thread were chosen for our embroidered crib charms at Sophia 203, cotton was dyed in unique colors to be woven into our dhurries, and bright paint was mixed to create unique combinations for our hand block printed fabric.
We can’t wait to show you what’s up our sleeves, but until then, here’s a little sneak peek of what went on in Jaipur.
Dhurrie Weaving March 04 2013, 1 Comment
I hadn't been in India a very long time before I was sent on a dhurrie mission. My charismatic boss Munnu Kasliwal, who was a firm believer in perfecting tradition, sent me to create a series of dhurries for the floors of his new store.
For those of you unfamiliar with it's traditional name, a dhurrie is a hand woven carpet, traditional to India and can be made of cotton, wool, jute or silk. It is however; more commonly made in cotton and is known to cool your house in the summer, and warm it in the winter.
I had no idea what to expect as I was on my way to the factory. I drove miles outside of Jaipur, listening to my iPod for about an hour, happy to be out of the office and into the country. The driver off roaded for a while before we arrived at what looked like a farm dotted in what appeared to be multicolored bridges.
It was an incredible site.
I was in front of a field of pit looms where weavers sit in seats made into the earth, with their feet dangling in pits under oversized looms, using both their hands and feet to weave.
I felt that I had entered into a world that time had forgotten. There wasn't a machine in sight. The weavers somehow appeared to be part of the Earth. I'm not one to use phrases such as 'organic', but in a way, it seemed as though the two complemented each other.
One of the weavers told me that this specific village was known to have the best dhurries in Rajhastan, but he was from this village and was bound to think so. I was mesmerized and spent the entire day watching how they separated the yarn, how they mounted the looms, how they sat and wove using both their hands and feet while singing away to Bollywood hits from the 50s.
Thought I'd share.