I used to give zero thought to rugs, my parents have super cool ones they bought in Afghanistan in the 60’s and 70’s that I barely glanced at as a kid, but recently they’ve been on my mind (isn’t that always the way?). What could be better than a crisp white room (complete with a cloud-like bed) and a colourful patterned Mexican, Moroccan or Turkish rug thrown on the floor? One of those things that is so incredibly painful to drag back with you when you go on holidays, but completely worth it!
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