The heatwave cooled a bit this past weekend, and it has been a positively balmy 82 F/28 C or so — cool enough to tackle the Fibber McGee closet in the front bedroom, our catchall-television room. Among a great many other things, I found this, and thought I’d share a last Project Spectrum purple —
This rug was made by my grandmother — she dated it "1947" along one edge. She was an excellent seamstress — one of my greatest regrets is that I did not ask her to teach me the arts of dressmaking — and although I don’t think she ever knitted, she did a lot of other crafts, including of course rug-hooking.
I love swirly acanthus-leaf-type decorations just about any time, but this delights me no end. I love the colors, the swirls, the beautifully-modulated flowers in the center, the subtle color variations from the stripes (?) in the fabric that makes the lighter purple, and of course most of all the fact that my grandmother made it. (Somewhere in the thousand or so Kodachrome slides I’ve got is a picture of this rug or one very much like it, at a long-ago holiday celebration, in front of the piano that I have now.)

I’m not quite sure what to do with the rug — I hate to wrap it up again and put it away, but it is quite fragile around the edges. Perhaps I could sew a new backing on it….
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