Nothing particularly fancy or expensive. But near and dear to my heart. It got me thinking about the other treasured items which I've already been fortunate enough to have as part of my daily existence. So I decided to share some of those treasures with you. Hopefully, this will be something that will prompt me to blog on a more regular basis. At least for a while. But enough about me...on to the treasure.
Today's treasure is simple. A rug. But not just any rug. One with some history. My great (great?) grandfather was a weaver of rugs. The "fabric" is denim that had outlived it's useful life as overalls, coveralls, etc on the family farm. I've been surrounded by these rugs since I was a kid. They would come out in the winter to help hold the snow, salt and just plain ick of Iowa winter out on the back porch. My grandmother would use them in her house just about anywhere you could use a throw rug. They're machine washable, and practically indestructible. The loved, used and worn rugs are just as amazing as the never been used rugs.
At some point in the past 10 years my grandmother decided that each of her grandchildren needed a rug as a reminder of this man who is part of their lineage. I was fortunate enough to end up with two that year--it's always nice when your grandma likes your boyfriend and gives him the family gift too. :)
This past Christmas I got to choose another rug from the large rough wooden box that houses the few rugs that remain. Here she is:
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