That Was Embarassing

This is my beautiful rug that I bought when I was in India. It gives me endless pleasure. When I look at it, I remember my time in Bangalore and the very nice man that I bought the rug from. It brings back a lot of stories and you know how much I love stories.

Two weeks ago, we had a horrible accident and bright pink Crystal Light laden water was spilled all over the rug. Argh. Adrian took it to a Persian Rug vendor and cleaner near his gym. It was ready today so we both went to pick it up. Sort of embarrassing. It seems this rug should not be kept in a busy location. It is in our living room, my bedroom, the TV room, the place where I spend a great deal of my time. It gets walked on a lot. A lot. It doesn't have Crystal Light spilled on it every day, but it is in a busy room.

Then he wanted to know if it had furniture on it. Heavy furniture. No. It sits in the middle of the room. There are just a couple of ottomans and . . . my rocking chair. That I live in. Oh. There were grooves in the rug. So now, this is where the rocker lives.

I asked Adrian if he had said anything to the rug guy about how upset I was with him for spilling the drink. Maybe he was telling me that I'd done enough damage on my own. Adrian laughed and told me that he got quite a berating all on his own. The thing is, this rug is very beautiful. The rug man told Adrian that it was very good. Today, while I was paying for the cleaning, Adrian was looking at the prices on the other rugs, the other rugs that may have been the size of mine, but not pure silk. $10,000. I don't even want to know how much my rug is worth. The rugs in the store are very nice, but I know my peacock rug is special.

So, no more heavy Peggy on furniture on the rug. It could be spilled on again, but I really don't think so.