What I have...

This is one entry in two parts. The first entry focussing on what I have, the second focussing on what I do not.

Have.

So, on Friday, I got my rug back. And I love it! It's not just how I acquired it that makes me love it, it's the rug itself. A nice little rectangular piece with a delightful floral design. Yes, that's right, I said "delightful". I lived in England, I can say such things.

But of course I'm just waiting for someone to come and see it, so I can tell them how I got it.

Here's how I imagine it:

"Oh, what a cute rug!"

"Oh thanks."

"Where did you get it?"

"Oh, I found it on the street."

"Really?"

"Yes. I was walking along Howland Street after seeing a dreadful Fringe show and I noticed this heap of stuff close to the curb. A wicker chair, a desk and this rug. I unrolled the rug, thought it would be the right size, so I just rolled it back up, rested it on my shoulder and kept walking."

"Wow."

"Yeah, I can't believe the things people throw away."

That's how I imagine the conversation, but it'll probably go something like this:

Someone comes in.

Me: "Hey, do you like my rug? I found it in the trash!"

Someone: "Oh."

It really does add something to the room....Makes it look less bald, if you can use that term to describe a room. And it partially covers up the footprints. I don't mind the footprints though. It reminds me how eager and excited I was about moving in to the apartment. The parquet floors were buried under pink wall-to-wall carpeting, so before I moved in, I arranged to have the carpet removed and the parquet buffed. Ami did a great job, but he put this varnish on the floor that took a long time to dry, so I walked on the floor before it had completely dried and you can clearly see my footprints.

Meh.

Very me. Very Duckie.