Creativity seems to run in my family! These rugs were handmade by my grandmother.
The chicken rug was the first thing my feet would hit when I woke up in the morning as a girl. I’m pretty sure I named all ths chickens as well. The tall pink one was grandpa, my mother is the light blue one, I was the dark blue with the pink face and fancy hairdo, and my sister is the pink one in the corner.
This rose rug is my mother’s.
This is just a quick post to share another treasure I found while rummaging through things on my visit.