Owning a home and getting older do funny things to you. For the first time yesterday, Jen and I went on an Oriental rug mission. After quickly realizing that the advertised BJ’s (Costco) sale was just a tad out of our price range (do people really pay $25,000 for something they will walk and spill shit on?), we headed for Huck Finn’s Warehouse to peruse rugs that cost less than our car.
What we found was quite a bit less than a luxury automobile, but it’s definitely a step up from the $29.99 Target rugs to which we’ve been accustomed all these years. It’s funny what a difference a rug makes.
For starters, we’ll be able to worry less about the hardwood that Stella loves to scratch (I swear she does so deliberately sometimes). But beyond that, it really transforms the room.
I still can’t get over what a difference it makes to walk into the liviing room. It really feels homier. As Jen put it last night, buying an Oriental rug is like buying artwork for your floor. You want it to look good, but you don’t want to go broke buying it.
I think we found a nice solution.
