When I was a new mom and had a dog, a cat and a pretty messy husband, I was under the delusion that I was able to own a white flokati wool rug and it would all be okay. This rug was going to give me so much happiness for so little money and it wasn’t full of chemicals that would poison my precious little mess makers. My life was finally complete. I owned the flokati rug that I had always wanted! I had finally found happiness in this world. But, the good times couldn’t go on forever. With every triumph there is a defeat. With every up a down. Every high a low. My fall from the top was a slow descent. A muddy boot here, dog shit there, baby spit up everywhere. Eventually the rug couldn’t be saved any longer and I had to let go of my white dream. But, there was a corner that was under the chair that was spared the indignities that the rest of the rug suffered. I cut that section off and saved it so I could remember the good times we had together. Then one day a really ugly seventies footstool came into my life (similar to the one pictured below). The rug remnant and the stool came together to make a wonderful footstool that pulled me up from my despair and taught me how good can spring from tragedy. I love my footstool and it has lasted for 10 years so far! The moral of this story is that babies grow up and it’s really hard for dogs to shit on footstools.
How I gave new life to my defiled rug and my own happiness:
- I put the rug remnant upside down
- I laid the stool upside down on top of it
- I folded the rug around the legs
- I stapled it in place
- I flipped the stool over
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