Once upon a time I met a new friend. She was awesome. (Still is…she just lives further away now.) I used to go to her house once a week or so for a playgroup, and it was always fun. Once while changing Camper in her kid’s room, I noticed a beautiful plush rug on the floor. I thought to myself, “Wow, that is beautiful. And plush. Maybe I should find something like that for Camper.” But then I promptly forgot all about it.
A little while later she moved! I went to visit her in her new, faraway kingdom and found that the carpet in her house was still AWESOME. Camper LOVED it. I showed her how Camper rubbed his face in the carpet and luxuriated. She said, “Oh! If I had known he liked it so much I would have left that other rug for you guys! I gave it to someone else.” She told me the someone else, and we both noted that the someone else also had little kids who would probably luxuriate in the rug, as well. So it was all cool. Until I remembered that the someone else was moving soon, too! Maybe, just maybe she wasn’t going to take it with her. I knew she was having a tag sale, but it was the same day as ours…so there was no way of just checking it out. Finally I just emailed and figured she would forgive me if I sounded silly, trying to figure out what was happening with a rug.
She emailed me back promptly and said that even though the rug was AWESOME, that they weren’t taking it with them after all! But it had already been given to our church and sold in a tag sale to fund summer camps for the youth. A very noble cause indeed, but who owned it NOW? I found out, and this person was not moving anytime soon. The rug was gone.
Sad.
I put it out of my mind, until John came home and said, “Hey, there is a really thick, dark brown shag rug in a room at church. Was that the one you were asking about?” Turned out, the person who bought it had never picked it up and brought it home! Here I was, all ready to let the rug go, and it comes back into my life! To be honest, I kind of thought about going to the church in the middle of the night and absconding with the rug. But that was more for the adventure than for the desire to steal, so we didn’t. I figured out who bought it and was going to ask if I could buy it from them, but then I decided that I was kind of becoming obsessed…so I didn’t.
Then one Friday night John, Camper and I came home to find the rug, the very rug, propped up in the corner of Camper’s room.
Apparently, the owner of the rug had found out that I liked it and kind of wanted it, and wanted me to have it. JUST BECAUSE SHE’S NICE. And so now the rug and I are together, at last.
Check out that plush shag, yo.
So thanks to all who were involved in getting us the rug of my dreams :)
