Two days ago, this gorgeous handwoven rug was sitting at the bottom of a friend's hope chest filled with the most beautiful handmade linens. When she got to this piece she told me that she would not use it since it wasn't her style and that she had another still in the old farmhouse in Lisbon. Her grandparents were sheep farmers.
I could see it in my mind as she told the story.
At that point I was so grateful when she told me that she would part with it! I would have loved it if I found it anywhere else but to know the history of it and that it is from her family makes it even more special to me. A connection. A blessing. Something that I will surely treasure.
I adore the colors in it, as if it were made just for me and it looks perfect under my new beachy coffee table.
( A Restoration Hardware acquisition from their summer sale at a drastically low price!)
A beautiful textile handwoven by a Portuguese woman possibly used as a horse blanket, a coverlet or a floor covering now sits contentedly as a rug in my beach house. It's pieced and faded and I couldn't love it more!