| jpweil00@gte.net I received a 2' x 1 1/2' Afghan mat as a Christmas
present some 15 years ago. It has a white ground filled with
anthropomorphic floral vases and scattered blossoms. Since it was an inch
wider at one end, I decided to enter the lair of the rug dealer to see if
I might find "a better one". My life has never been the same. I rummaged
through his entire stack and decided the one I was given was the best of
the lot of those $75 mats. I still have the mat. While I was there, I saw
that the dealer had a monthly "auction" advertised, so I recklessly
attended and bought a 6 x 9 Afghan of probably 50's vintage, with long,
wild fringe a foot long and mysterious hexagonal devices in blue on a dark
blood red field. My immersion into the untamed, dangerous underworld of
rugs had begun. It wasn't long before I traded that old Afghan for a
Brilliant, New, Bright, Synthetically Psychedelic, almost Explosively
Coloful Authentic Tribal "at least 40 years old" (brand new) 8 x 5
Qashqa'i millefleurs prayer rug. Obviously the hype was affecting me. I
needed help. Needless to say, I was not cured of my affliction. My first
e-bay rug was a smokey-fading Shahsavan mafrash panel that I am scheming
to trade for "a better one"..... |
Steve Price