|Persian rug circa 1960-1970.|
Wool with cotton warp
A few weeks ago, I found a magic carpet at an auction house in Cleveland.
Martha told me that I could find a lovely vintage rug here.
Smart woman that she is, I followed her instructions and I won the bid on this rug.
It arrived today after I had it cleaned and ordered a nice rug pad
to protect it from the wood floors.
it has a new home in my refreshed studio space
where my momma used to sleep.
I will stitch as I sit on this carpet
|Thankful to my nephew Ken for his strong back|
and for shaving the door down a bit to clear the rug.
I have decided to find myself a home in the mountains,
somewhere high up where one learns to live peacefully in the cold and the silence.
It's said that in such a place certain revelations may be discovered.
That what the spirit reaches for may be eventually felt,
if not exactly understood.
Slowly, no doubt. I'm not talking about a vacation.
Of course at the same time I mean to stay exactly where I am.
Are you following me?