In case I haven’t communicated it clearly enough, I become laser-focused (read: obsessed) with things once they burrow their way into my piddly little brain. It is really really really annoying.
Lately, I’ve been obsessed with kilim rugs and pillows and boots and… well, anything kilim.
Also, on an unrelated-yet-totally-related note, I really feel that having a great rug makes a huge difference in a room, and I have been looking for one for a while. So obviously, rug obsession + kilim obsession = kilim rug obsession. This resulted in obsessive searches for “kilim rug” on craigslist and Kijiji. And obsessive searches for kilim rug retailers in Toronto. And obsessive searches for kilim rugs on eBay…
The problem with damn-ass-poo kilim rugs (especially the amazing vintage ones) is that they are like $1500.00, and I am not a Russian Zsar.
However, I am laser-focused (read: obsessed), which means that I can find anything I want for the price I want to pay if I look hard and long enough. Really, the internet is a tool for laser-focused (read: obsessed) people to get whatever they want.
So after a couple of weeks, I found an amazing kilim rug retailer in Turkey. And I bought a rug. A fabulously graphic, loud, colourful, crazy-ass vintage killim rug from the 1950s.
And I got it for a frrraction of the price of anywhere in Toronto, shipping included. And I got it quick. And I got a certificate of authenticity. AND I LOVE IT. Molly loves it, too, because I think she can smell Turkish things.
Get ready for my loft-space to GET-A-CAHRAZY and colourful. Although I *think* I need to reposition my Pendleton blanket. Just tooooo much graphic colourful craziness. I’m not THAT laser-focused (read: crazy).