This weekend left me and a Persian rug on the wrong side of the risk vs. reward equation. I took a risk, and it was wrong. So wrong. It was a debacle. The short version of the story is: for 2 years I’ve been searching for the perfect rug for my living room. I ran across a gorgeous rug in the perfect size and perfect colors (so I thought) at an estate sale on Saturday. I took the rug home, which was no easy feat. The rug weighs about 2x as much as I do. Through 30 minutes of whining and wailing (on my part), a wrist injury and aching muscles (also me), my husband and I finally lugged it through the front door. We moved all the furniture out, laid out the rug, and put everything back. I hate it. I loathe it. And I have been depressed about it for days. It was a great deal as far as a high quality rug like this goes; however, not a good deal for something that I want to light on fire. But that’s where I am with this rug. My husband’s encouraging words were, “Maybe it will look better at night.”
Even so, I really feel what hurts (yes, deeply hurts) me the most is not the money (although very, very hurtful) but that my instincts failed me so epically. I usually have a great eye for things. I can see something in a store and know if it’s perfect or not. I can match colors in my head, and I can identify something that fits into my vision. Don’t get me wrong, I test paint colors and check fabric swatches, but I’m usually pretty close. I have a nearly impeccable record with this – until now. It’s really messing with me.
This rug tricked me. The rug in my living room is not the rug that I bought. I see it and think, “who would ever have thought a rug like this could look good in this room!?” and so does everyone else. Well, back off people! This rug is an evil witch that cast a spell on me, took my money, pulled a muscle in my back, and transformed into a green and pink monster that looks like it is trying out for a Lilly Pulitzer shop.
It’s a genuinely beautiful rug, as harsh I spoke of her earlier. The quality is incredible. It just does not go with my room whatsoever. So now I have to figure out how to get rid of this monster. eBay could do the trick, but I have no idea how to ship such a high quality rug (not to mention, it weighs as much as a baby elephant). Craigslist would be awesome, because then maybe someone would come pick it up from me. But do people buy high quality things on Craigslist?? I just have no idea.