I have always been fond of Oriental carpets and have usually had one or more wherever I have lived, from childhood on. When I moved to an apartment where there was no space for my favorite rug, it remained rolled up in storage. Later when I went to unroll it, out flew hundreds of moths! They had had such a good meal that, though I considered it, there was no sense in trying to restore it. So, sadly, out it went. A rug which had flown across several continents, both before it became mine, and afterwards as I moved, made a final journey into the garbage!
This is made from a photo of a poor replica of such a carpet. The resulting twist reminds me both of a butterfly and of the flying carpets of myth and children’s stories, both of which could be a metaphor for flying away to some wonderful place or state.
It is interesting to consider why you love to have certain objects around you in whatever place you may live. Is it because your childhood home had them? Is there a symbolic reason? For instance, I have lived in many types of dwelling, from one room to a house, but in my home there always have to be oriental rugs, cushions, handmade pottery, lots of little wooden drawers and, because I am a bookish woman, many shelves.
Do you have certain musts in your furnishings or decorations?