Ode to a Persian Rug

I’m not a terribly material person. I don’t really mourn the things I did not get to keep in my divorce. I have what I need to live comfortably. In fact, I often wonder if I shouldn’t just downsize further and get rid of that monthly storage bill I pay. If I could just get rid of my books! But, that will probably never happen. I love so many of my books that when it comes down to trying to pick only the special ones, I still end up with close to 15 cartons.

I do, however, think about the absolutely phenomenal silk Persian rug my ex mother-in-law gave us in the first year of our marriage. Since my ex’s dad was from Pakistan, his family got several rugs from genuine resources years ago. It was stunning, to say the least. It was large enough to cover most of the living room and felt soft as butter under your bare feet. It spoiled me for all other area rugs, believe me.

I say was when talking about the rug, but I happen to know my ex still has it. Unfortunately, he keeps it out in the garage where it will surely be ruined by mold and the damp air. Such a shame. It’s worth a small fortune, literally. If it had not been a family heirloom, I might have tried to plead my case in keeping it.

When we first were given the rug, I was told by my then mother-in-law to use kerosene to clean spots. In fact, the rug smelled so strongly of kerosene when I first put it out in my living room that we had to air the house for a week and use a large ionizer in the room. I looked online and it seems kerosene is only recommended for adhesive tape marks and that the oily nature of the kerosene should be subsequently removed with warm, soapy water. From what I could tell, kerosene had been used over the years to remove ALL of the stains on this particular silk rug. I worked on it in small areas at a time to remove the oily coat and the colors brightened considerably!

Yes, I sure miss that rug.

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