When I was twelve years old my folks built a new house and I chose pink walls and red
carpeting for my bedroom. It sounds bizarre, but it was cute. Above is one of the two
white rugs my mother bought for the floor. It had a fringe around it, but over the years
it began unraveling and rotting. So I cut it off. It wasn't very pretty after that. I saw a
rug very similar recently on another blog where someone had crocheted a scalloped
edge around the rug.
It was so much fun making these scallops. And it turned out just the way I had hoped it
would. I really don't have many things that I've saved from my childhood, and had I realized
years ago this was stuck in an old box, it probably wouldn't have been here either. It's silly
but this rug brings me joy whenever I look at it. One, because of all the memories attached
to it from my teens years at home, and secondly because it's the first time I've ever tried my
hand at scalloping and it actually turned out not looking too bad.
Simple pleasures-Sometimes we find them where we least expect them!
Today I'm partying with:
