When I was in Morocco last summer, I bought several large ornamental plates. One of them, with its rich yellow and red pattern and silver latticework overlay, is a lovely piece but very different from the other blue and white ceramics I brought home. I didn’t know what to do with it. There was no obvious place on the wall and it seemed out of place wherever I tried to hang it.
Same thing for a pretty little vintage cloisonne vase that I found in a shop in Colorado (the same shop that had the butterflies). I loved the shape, the turquoise color, and the floral motif, but I didn’t have anywhere to put it that made sense. Wherever I put it, it just felt random.
Then one day I started focusing on the space between the ceiling and the top of the bookcase in my bedroom. I didn’t like it. It felt empty; a little awkward. I stewed and stewed. Then it dawned on me: “What if I did this . . . ”
Oh yes. Yes, yes, yes.
A More Gentlemanlike Manner 
Ooh, very good!
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I love it!
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That is a great plate. How do you get all of these pieces of awesome home in your suitcase w/o breaking anything?
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I brought an extra hardsided carry-on suitcase so that I could fill it with ceramics. The vases went in that suitcase, the plates I carried by hand, and they all went on the plane with me. (I shipped the rugs and blankets separately via FedEx, so I didn't have to worry about those.) It was super inconvenient to lug the ceramics through Spain after leaving Morocco, but happily nothing broke.
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Very nice! Love that plate. Lady
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