It is interesting how a person braids a bit of themselves into something like this. I'm making it to warm and beautify my home, with the thoughts and plans and hopes that go through your mind while you work on it somehow becoming a part of the rug itself. You come to know the particular shade of pink corduroy well after working with it for a while and greet it like an old friend when you come back to it. I think of the women of past years who have invested their time in making many such rugs. Even women who first settled in the area that I am living in now, living in strange new places as they often were, without the people and comforts of the life that they knew before. What comfort it must have been to them to braid the fabric together, adding color and beauty to their home and providing warmth for their family. Hhmm. I kind of wish that I knew the person who went to the time to carefully prepare these fabrics for a rag rug so they could know how much I am enjoying them now!
Ah, well. Time to go make dinner for my man now. Yummy fried rice, I think. :)