...forgotten desires and how not to get what you want.

 

Image Credit - ebay.

You will have to forgive me a crafty project for today, I am still wrapping up the release! Thank you to all the folks who visited with us during that, I do hope you enjoy your goodies!

I'm just popping on for a chat this morning, while I have my tea break, and to try to elicit your sympathy! Lots of folks will know that we moved house last year and it was long overdue. No.25 was bloated to the extreme with all the accoutrements of 5 people, at least one of whom is an acknowledged hoarder.

No. 27, while it is just a modest mid century abode with just two rooms more than No.25, feels positively palatial. So much so that the budding interior designer within me is positively foaming at the mouth to 'do something' with it. I'm not much of a nester by nature and so house decorating is a pretty new thing to me. All the while I lived at No. 25 the decor ran to cream paint and laminate floor. As for furniture, well the guiding principle was one of 'will it fit?' and since there was really only room for necessities, there was no point in bypassing Ikea. In 20 years I only purchased one item of furniture that could be described as 'characterful'...

Since I have been at No.27 I surprise my self constantly by realising hitherto unknown desires for various items that I could have sworn I couldn't care less about.

Exhibit A. The Persian Rug.

Previously I had no idea that I wanted one, but after just 3 consecutive issues of '25 Beautiful Homes'  I overheard myself telling the 9 year old that I have 'always wanted' a Persian rug. Lies. Had to be. I have never even seen a proper Persian rug 'in the flesh' so to speak.

Oh hang on a moment, I have, haven't I? - Wasn't there a whole department of them upstairs in that fancy interiors shop I once worked in and hadn't I nearly been sacked over a Persian rug because I had showed it to a customer, who had liked it, but who had not bought it, but who had returned to look at it again, only to find that another member of staff had since sold it to another customer? And, hadn't she actually demanded from the manager my dismissal because I should clearly have had telepathic powers and forseen that as she drove home that evening she would decide to herself that 'Yes, the girl in the shop knew a good carpet when she saw one and - Yes those colours and that pattern would be the perfect foil for all that heavy dark oak in her vestibule, for such folks never have halls, no, they have vestibules...

...ah yes it's all coming back to me now... the smell of the wool, the glorious patterns, the soft cozy feeling underfoot...oh yes please, I would like a Persian rug.

So in between drawing stamps and packing envelopes one evening I went shopping. Going shopping to me is opening another window on the browser and googling Persian rugs. How bl@@dy much? Are you bl@@dy mad? What? It's....it's ...USED? That can't be right, let's try again... How innocent was I. I honestly had no clue that there was such a market in Persian rugs. Second hand Persian rugs. "Eeeewwwwww" said the 9 year old, "it's all dirty". Aside from the fact that I am loathe to bring anything into the house that may or may not have camel poop stains on it, I worry about older rugs, Who made them? Was it a properly paid adult...or not? Can't have that, couldn't sleep.

Ok, let's google 'new' and 'machined' rugs and I have to hold up my hand and tell you that over the course of that week I probably spent about a full day googling Persian rugs, and the fruits of my labour are thus: I am a wool snob on a polypropylene budget. I cannot have a Persian rug.

I am reduced to checking in wistfully to Ebay with what must be the most ridiculous search criteria ever: Persian rug, traditional style, wool, UK only, 8ft, 9ft, new, machined, Priced £0.00-£200.00. To date no item has ever fitted that criteria and what is the betting that no item ever will?