I went to Istanbul on a school trip when I was 17 and decided right then and there – when I grew up, I would have a Turkish rug. A real Turkish rug. It was too big and expensive of a purchase to make back then, but I told myself that one day I would find a kilim to call my own. That would mean I had really made it.
Last week, after 16 years of waiting, and several months of Ebay stalking, and a few weeks in a box coming from Ankara, it happened.
Not gonna lie, I got a good deal. Probably too good. I suspect the market for rainbow colored kilims isn’t as big as it used to be. Paired with the fact that this is missing tassels on one end (not that I mind – one end will always be under a couch) it was a bargain.
As is custom with all new rugs in our house, I unrolled it with great ceremony and Lola promptly threw up on it. Glad to see we are keeping some things traditional.