Boujad, c.1980

290 × 181 cm9.5 × 5.9 ft

€1,675

GLB-103351

Ships from Marrakech in 3–5 business days.

Only one made. Hand-knotted once, for a household, never reproduced.
Chosen in Marrakech. Seen, measured and photographed by us, front and back.
Rolled and insured. Worldwide, with the duties explained before you pay.

Size: 290 × 181 cm · 9.5 × 5.9 ft
Pile: Low
Age: Vintage
Material: 100% wool
Condition: Very Good
Made: By hand, on a vertical loom, once. Small irregularities in the edges and the pattern are part of it.
Reference: GLB-103351

Hand-knotted in Morocco from mountain wool and found in the valleys where these traditions live, not in a factory and not made to an export size. The slight irregularities are the weaver’s hand; the softness is the years. No two were ever the same, and this one is now yours alone.

Around the town of Boujad in central Morocco, Amazigh (Berber) women weave bold, warm rugs in saturated reds and oranges — less copied than most, because fewer people know the name.

Origin. Boujad, Khouribga province, central Morocco

Technique. Pile-knotted; medium pile on wool foundation

Palette. Saturated reds, warm oranges, saffron, and the odd indigo, over ivory

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Vacuum gently and without a beater bar. Rotate periodically for even wear. Blot spills immediately, never rub. Professional cleaning only; these are natural-dye wool pieces and should never be machine washed.

A natural wool rug ages into its character. Minor shedding in the first months is normal and settles with use.

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The story of this rug

A Market Day, Spilled on Wool

Thursday, and the whole town is colour:
oranges in crates, pink wool on a line, a violet scarf.
She went home and tied it all down
before any of it could leave.

Thursday is market day in Boujad, and the town fills from the plain: crates of oranges, dyed wool drying on lines, scarves in every colour the dyers can manage. A woman walking home through it with her eyes open would have had this rug in her head before she reached the loom. Pinks, oranges, reds, a violet or two, laid down in the loose, painterly blocks that make Boujad weaving look like something a modern artist did on purpose. The pile is short and dense, a centimetre of close wool worn smooth over forty years, and the colours have warmed together the way a good painting does once the varnish has aged.

Nearly three metres by two, it is the size of a real room. Under a bed, in a study, or in a sitting room where everything else is cream and the rug is the art.

Handwoven rugs grow in beauty, memory, and value with every passing year.