After 6 years of travelling about my Memories of Mother Rug has arrived home.
It is an ovum newly released from the ovary and starting its journey along the fallopian tube.
What can I say? I've got a long memory!
It's so interesting to get rugs back you've sent away, they are like little time capsules, what colours, your style of dyeing... your loops and all pristine as the day you steamed them due to the lack of exposure to light. Now your real days will start baby girl, I hear the tick tock of Father Time already.
And of course Birdee staked her claim moments after it arrived and she's barely been off it since. Just adds some "drama in real life" to Baby Girl. Her proper name is "Going Down The Tubes"