Vintage Finds: Old Rag Rug

Like my new old rug?  Ain't it purty?


Well, it wasn't pretty when I bought it!


It was just a dirty, little pathetic rag rug thrown under the table at the antique mall.  I saw the corner of it, picked it up and examined the colors in it.  I loved them: yellows, soft blues, some red, and of course white,  among others.  It was also still tightly woven, no worn areas and no holes, but still retained a lovely, nubby texture.  


I can just picture some little granny saving up old clothing and scraps from quilting to make into rugs on her loom.  I can appreciate all that hard work involved in cutting the strips, and the saving and forethought necessary to make something out of castaways.

It just needed to be brought home and shown a little TLC.  I don't understand exactly why they're not washed before the price tag is put on...because if customers could have seen this one clean, they could have gotten twice the price.  I saw three that day and they all were unwashed.

I like it because it's bright, cheery colors are just what my kitchen needed.

Once it got washed and then dried on the line, it was softer than soft, the colors appeared to be much brighter and it made my heart sing.


And my tootsies enjoy it while I do the dishes.

I don't know why, but a rag rug, to me, is a must-have for my kitchen.  It says cozy,comfort, it says home.

Do you like rag rugs, too?