About a week after we moved here in the fall of 2010, a friend of mine took me to these two huge warehouses on the outskirts of Sharjah filled with...stuff. It was mostly furniture but there were also a lot of odds and ends, a lot of which I couldn't even identify a purpose for. When I walked in, I at once felt like I was in that warehouse at the end of Raiders of the Lost Ark (except with the crates removed) and also that I was suddenly a young British child growing up in British colonial India. Mary Lennox, maybe?
I got to repeat the experience the other day and also introduce my mom and my friend Carolyn to it:
Most of the furniture is of Indian workmanship, with a mix of old and new. They'll take an old shutter or door, for example, wrench it off its hinges, and then re-work it as a table or cabinet. Some of the pieces are quite beautiful.
This small chest of drawers with colored accents is my favorite, and someday it (or something like it) shall be mine.
Seriously, just HEAPS of stuff lying around.
I'm not really a shopper but I think I will take anyone and everyone who comes to visit me shopping at this mystery warehouse (I don't know its name - you just drive around in the industrial area of Sharjah near National Paints and it's there). We didn't happen to buy anything on our last visit - shockingly, furniture is tough to fit in your suitcase - but maybe we'll make a return trip soon.
I got to repeat the experience the other day and also introduce my mom and my friend Carolyn to it:
I'm not really a shopper but I think I will take anyone and everyone who comes to visit me shopping at this mystery warehouse (I don't know its name - you just drive around in the industrial area of Sharjah near National Paints and it's there). We didn't happen to buy anything on our last visit - shockingly, furniture is tough to fit in your suitcase - but maybe we'll make a return trip soon.