Hand Tufted, Oriental, Area & Persian Rugs

Archive for the ‘Hand made rug’ Category

Looking for info on rugs safavieh, home dynamix rugs, oriental area rug, gabbeh persian rugs and more?

mine room:

light blue wall on top, below window sill is light orange.

metal style. NEVER MESSY, NO CLUTTER. ( i have ocd)
metal loft bed, metal desk, navy blue futon from walmart. (your zone)

a PB teen bubble bedspread– blue and green.

a lime green rug. and sheer darker orange curtains on the outside, with lime green on the inside.

i have multiple wall decals of dots in blue green purple orange in different shades,

and a huge hand painted ( i still ant believe i spent so much money on it!) dolphin painting!

plus a 911 hero plague and otherAccessoriess.

i also have a dell insperion 50 laptop.

I am 14.

BQ: how old are you?
my bed is in the far left corner, with my futon under neath. my desk is in the oposite corner. and i have a large ferret cage in the other corner.(my ferrets name is archie!) also my closet has white shutter doors! my room is about 10 by 12 feet, AND IT IS NOT CROWDED! (i know its small, i go CRAZY if my room isnt perfect.)
my bed is in the far left corner, with my futon under neath. my desk is in the oposite corner. and i have a large ferret cage in the other corner.(my ferrets name is archie!) also my closet has white shutter doors! my room is about 10 by 12 feet, AND IT IS NOT CROWDED! (i know its small, i go CRAZY if my room isnt perfect.)
oops i did that twice…
ohh yeah and hard wood bamboo floors…
NOT TOO MENTION 2 GREEN DAY POSTERS…

There is guy in my class who I like. When someone made fun of me he stood up for me. He always makes me laugh (like 24/7) in school. My friend asked him if he likes me and maybe no… maybe yes… then my friend said is that a yes or no and he said I never said yes and I never said no. About four days l8ter we bugged the crap out of him and he said no, not really. On my b-day he talked to me non stop. When my mom picks me up from school she sees him smiling behind me. On thanksgiving break we saw him at the park and he was staring at me and doing tricks on his bike. He always makes me laugh, smiles, makes faces, and talks to me. His friend said "So Meghan, huh" and then he said "Shut up, she’s right there! She’ll hear you". He sung "I Just Haven’t Met You Yet" by Michael Buble and pointed to me and my friend tried to get me to look at him but then he turned right back around. I was sitting down waiting for the teacher and he sat next to me and when you clicked a button on the laptop it made funny noises and he clept clicking it and when I started writing he was looking at me and smiling and then we started laughing. On the rug there were pillows and stuff and I just ignored them and he saw me sit down and put his head in a bookshelf and looked throgh a crack at me and started talking and making me laugh. In music he was trying to make me laugh but I didn’t see him and then he stared at me as long as be could and when I looked at him he stopped and then started staring at me again. In gym we were on teams and in my group I was dancing and he was staring at me when he was talking to his friend. One time his friend complemented me on my earrings. One day he wouldn’t stop staring at me. My friend (who is his friend too) walked up to him and asked if he liked some girl and he said "that retard" and she asked if he liked me, Meghan and he said "of course!" and one day he walked into the lunch room and was about to sit down and he said "I don’t know where I want to sit" and then he said "this table looks messy" and then he sat at my table and started talking to me. Then his friend and my friend Samantha said " are you going to sit here tomorrow and he said "Maybe, I don’t know". The next day is friend was like "sit here" and then he goes to my table, sits down, and ignores him. The day afrmter that his friend and my friend Sam said "would you rather date Lauren (the girl he called a retard) or Meghan (me)?" He took his hand and started whispering " I don’t like Lauren" and Sam says "You like Meghan" and then he said "I never said I liked Meghan" and then he started blushing and then later in the day he started staring at me.Another day he said "its so funny Meghan" and made a retarded face at me,he kept talking to me, he keeps winking and smiling at me when I’m not looking, and he said "Hi Meghan" and then "Hi Meghan" again and he said "You’re supposed to say hi back" and then he kept making me laugh. He has a "girlfriend" who makes him date her and he gets his hair pulled until he says that he wants to date her. We asked him if he likes her and he said "since she makes me date her don’t I have to like her" then he said not to tell me. My friend like him and me and her friend and his friend said "Meghan likes you bigtime" and he said "Cool" and she also said who would you rather date Meghan or the other girl and he said I don’t know.One day we had to pick parteners in class and I was sitting there and this girl looked at me and wanted to be my partner and I was looking him and he was looking at me and he picked me as his partner 3 times that week. Also that day he was rocking back in this chair and me and Sam were reading and talking to him and he went down on it and looked at me and said "Oh you did that to your hair" and then said "You sprayed it pink" and I’m like no and he goes "Purple?" and I say "No red" and he is like "Oh". In gym class I was running and he copied me in a girlish way and then I looked at him in a wierd way and then smiled at him and then started smiling at him and then he elbowed his friend and said "That’s how you do it.". Now he moved I miss him and he is 26 minutes away. :,( When he left he waved at me in a funny way and I keep crying and he looked sad after he waved and was closing the door I was trying not to cry too. ps any songs that relate to this?

Im soo bored waiting for my friend to get her ass here so we can go riding -_- So I thought I’d do this little poll.
What breed,height,age and sex is your horse?
Excels in?
Week point?
Improvement?
Funny thing?
Annoying thing?
Trick?

This is mine/
Blossom:
-14.2hh Haflinger. 9yro mare. 
-She excels in: SJ and XC. -Week Point: flying change.  
-Improvmet: dressage. 

-Funny thing: sticks her tongue out after eating treat.  
-Annoying point: knocks rugs of her door -_-  
-Trick: lifts her feet up when she sees the hoof pick in my hand hehe.  

Mason:
-15.2 thoroughbredX.  12yro gelding. 
-Excels in: hunting and showing. 

-Week point: going through water. 

-Improvement: stamina.
-Funny thing: when our phone goes of he neighs. 
-Annoying point:rolls when he has a new rug.
-Trick: he’ll open his mouth when he sees the bridle. 

Would any on here be interested in buying them or could anyone recommend anywhere to advertise them for sale anywhere other than eBay!! As I am not a fan of eBay sales?

First of all, this is not a joke, a prank, or a hoax. I’m not seeking attention. This is what happened last night: I was asleep on the couch, my eyes were shut, and I was in the darkness. Then, I thought I was awake, and I felt my dad grab hold of my hands. I could feel the warmth and the pressure of him holding my hands. He said "Its allright buddy, its only me". Then, I looked and saw that he was asleep on his couch. And, I thought if he is on the couch, who is holding my hands?
All of a sudden, I experienced obstruction of vocalization (not being able to speak, only whimper), and facial disfigrement (feeling like I had lock jaw). I was paralyzed and immobile. It felt like someone or something was bending my hands backwards. Then, I felt someone pulling my rug up to my neck and a hand on my shoulder. Again, I thought it was my dad, but it wasn’t. Then, I re-entered the same state as before. Is this a demonic possession? Do I need an exorcist?
Please don’t say that I have schizophrenia, because I don’t. And I’m already on Thorazine. I think this was an evil entity who is resentful of my spiritual progress towards the light. They can only attack when your eyes are closed and you are in the darkness. They are gutless cowards. They cannot stand in the light. And just to clarify: THIS WAS NOT A DREAM. I look forward to hearing your replies. Thank You for your time.

First of all, this is not a joke, a prank, or a hoax. I’m not seeking attention. This is what happened last night: I was asleep on the couch, my eyes were shut, and I was in the darkness. Then, I thought I was awake, and I felt my dad grab hold of my hands. I could feel the warmth and the pressure of him holding my hands. He said "Its allright buddy, its only me". Then, I looked and saw that he was asleep on his couch. And, I thought if he is on the couch, who is holding my hands?
All of a sudden, I experienced obstruction of vocalization (not being able to speak, only whimper), and facial disfigrement (feeling like I had lock jaw). I was paralyzed and immobile. It felt like someone or something was bending my hands backwards. Then, I felt someone pulling my rug up to my neck and a hand on my shoulder. Again, I thought it was my dad, but it wasn’t. Then, I re-entered the same state as before. Is this a demonic possession? Do I need an exorcist?
Please don’t say that I have schizophrenia, because I don’t. And I’m already on Thorazine. I think this was an evil entity who is resentful of my spiritual progress towards the light. They can only attack when your eyes are closed and you are in the darkness. They are gutless cowards. They cannot stand in the light. And just to clarify: THIS WAS NOT A DREAM. I look forward to hearing your replies. Thank You for your time.

First of all, this is not a joke, a prank, or a hoax. I’m not seeking attention. This is what happened last night: I was asleep on the couch, my eyes were shut, and I was in the darkness. Then, I thought I was awake, and I felt my dad grab hold of my hands. I could feel the warmth and the pressure of him holding my hands. He said "Its allright buddy, its only me". Then, I looked and saw that he was asleep on his couch. And, I thought if he is on the couch, who is holding my hands?
All of a sudden, I experienced obstruction of vocalization (not being able to speak, only whimper), and facial disfigrement (feeling like I had lock jaw). I was paralyzed and immobile. It felt like someone or something was bending my hands backwards. Then, I felt someone pulling my rug up to my neck and a hand on my shoulder. Again, I thought it was my dad, but it wasn’t. Then, I re-entered the same state as before. Is this a demonic possession? Do I need an exorcist?
Please don’t say that I have schizophrenia, because I don’t. And I’m already on Thorazine. I think this was an evil entity who is resentful of my spiritual progress towards the light. They can only attack when your eyes are closed and you are in the darkness. They are gutless cowards. They cannot stand in the light. And just to clarify: THIS WAS NOT A DREAM. I look forward to hearing your replies. Thank You for your time.

hand woven native american wool rugs

So, we’ve had our boys since 2008, both adopted from the pound about a month apart. The last one we got was a young adult when we got him (1 or 2 years old). He was fine and perfectly litter trained but lately there’s been issues.

About 6 months ago he pooped on the bathroom rug and folded the rug over it (we assumed he was trying to ‘bury’ it.. ..We just assumed the other cat was using the litter box and he couldnt hold it anymore so we didnt think much of it.

a couple weeks ago he pooped on the floor outside the bathroom. Since their litter box is in the bathroom we just assumed someone was in there and he couldnt get to it so he did that. My mother said while she was cleaning it he kept peeking around the corner like he knew he was in trouble and did something wrong. (which is weird, because we’ve never laid a hand on him…or even yelled at him. I dont think we’ve ever raised our voices at him the entire time we’ve had him)..

Well today I went into the bathroom and found a pile of poop on the rug again, and the rug was folded over it, again. This time im sure nobody was in the bathroom and Im pretty sure the litter box was free.

Their litter box is cleaned twice a day and USUALLY he goes in it …….so what could be causing him to occasionally go outside it? Also it’s never pee….just poop.
hmmmm possibly.. I dont know though. usually he goes in it.. just once in a while he doesnt.

he is a bigger cat with long fur but their litter box is pretty big (It’s got high sides and dips down in front so they can get in easy and stick their head out.. it’s not a privacy one though) .. And they’ve had the same litter for a while now

Because I think what they are doing is a little out of hand. I didn’t MEAN to set fire to the carpet and they know im only thirteen and have NO job and I have to buy a new one PLUS im grounded for five months. And the carpet wasnt even a proper carpet, it was just a fur rug thing. Apparently it was "expensive?" Would you make your child buy you another rug AND ground them. Because thats kinda sad..
It was an ACCIDENT. I didnt mean for the carpet to catch on fire, just the piece of paper.

My last coin. I hadn’t been lucky tonight- usually I got maybe one or two small victories, but today I’d got none. The coin seemed dull in comparison to when I’d first exchanged my thirty-dollar bill for a handful of shining coins. It could be that it was because it was the only one left or maybe because all of my fingering jhad rubbed away the shine, or maybe the sparkle left alongside the hope that came with them.
I rolled the coin between my hands and blew on my closed fist, as I did with each one before slipping them into the slotmachine. Counting to four- my lucky number – I yanked the lever and crossed both hands. And my legs, too, for good measure. And maybe even my arms.
I suppose gambling away like this wasn’t a very good habit. More like a bad hobby, actually. Some people said winning big was as unlikely as winning the lottery, which is ironic considering how I’d once won a thousand dollar scratch-card. Of course, that money didn’t last long. I’d enjoyed food that wasn’t canned and payed back a small amount off my loans just to feel good for a few days.
Days, unfortunately, were the one thing that I didn’t have much of. In a week I’d be kicked out of my apartment. I’d begged for them to let me stay even though I hadn’t payed rent in months, layering false promises so skillfully I’d nearly believed them myself. Living on the streets wouldn’t be much worse than living in that apartment, though. I didn’t have electricity, running water, a heater, or anything much but a concrete cloor beneath my feet and a flickering light over my head. Some furniture, too; a creaky bed with stained sheets, a shaggy rug and a few pieces of rotting wood pinned together to make a bedstand. And a photo of me and Sean by that lake, with the water lillies he loved so much in the background. A picture frame holding what I believed to be a snapshot of my last and only happy moments, with Sean or without.
Not that I’d ever really been happy without him. Living with abusive, alchoholic single mother, I had a horrible childhood that actually physically hurts to look back on; thinking about those times makes the bruises and broken bones flare up in phantom pain. When Sean came along, I’d had nobody. I was a girl hardened by misuse and he taught me how to love. And when he’d gone, he’d taken it along with him to the grave. I’d turned to gambling; the clinking of coins together sounded hopefull to me, so much like the sound his change made in his pocket when he laughed.
Laughing was far off my mind as the slot machine pinged and lit up suddenly, clicking fruits around and around like some sort of deranged cartoon.
I can’t say I was surprised to find an apple, a lemon and an orange, and even more surprised not to feel the sinking feeling I had anticipated when this moment came. I’d gambled all my money away and I was feeling better than I had in weeks.
"’Scuse me, Miss? Are you a.. ah, Ms. Ellen James?"
I felt a shiver in the back of my neck, a sort of tingling you get when someone’s watching you from behind. For some reason, I had a feeling that this man had been doing it for quite a while.
I turned away from the corner I’d been sulking in, only to leap back suddenly and crack my head against the wall I’d just been facing. I cluctched my throbbing head and looked back.
The man looked like a vampire straight out of a horror movie; black pants, long black trenchcoat and greasy, badly cut hair dangling over his ears and framing a pale face with dark eyes and nearly transparent skin. He was tall, too, and from where I was he looked as if he was close to touching his head on the red-velvet ceiling of the casino.
I glared at him suspiciousley for a few moments, wondering what he wanted from me. He had potential to be a serial murder or an assassin, though I would doubt anyone had reason enough to send someone out to kill me.
We stood and stared at eachother liek that for a few moments until I noticed the badge on his shirt. The same one Sean once had from his old job.
"What do you want?" I said.
The man flicked his eyes back to me from the glowing neon of an outside motel, then blew a stray lock of oily hair away from his face.
"Just a note." He said, and reached into his pocket to take it out.
Imagine my surprise when instead of a folded paper in his hand he came out with a butterfly. And not a plastic toy, either; this one was real. Real twitching anntenne, real moving wings and a real note attached around its body.
The strange man held out his hand into my extended one and let the butterfly crawl onto my palm. Its little legs tickled my skin and mesmirized me all the same.
"Th-thank you," I muttered, shocked at this eccentric notion from a complete stranger.
But he had already left. I gazed around to see where’d he’d gone, but all that was left was me, the empty casino room and the butterfly. And, of course, the note.
That’s all I have so far. Any suggestions for improvements?
And I know it’s really bad tenses. I wasn’t really working on that and kind of let myself wander on alot of things. D:

This all started a few months back; previously, we had a normal marriage, now in our 19th year, which meant that we had sex maybe two or three times a month. It was frustrating for me, because I would do my part-time work at the tattoo parlor, come home and relax with some beers, and then when my wife came home from work and getting the kids from school, wait for her to finish dinner and her chores, then see if we could have sex. My wife often used the excuse that she was too tired, and this really bugged me; I’m her husband, and she wasn’t putting out! Plenty of men would have strayed, but I never did. I just swallowed my frustrations and let it be.

Well, one night my wife worked late and came home with the kids and some fast food, and said she was so worn out she was just going to take a shower and go to bed. She didn’t even clean the house first. Well, after her shower, I went and asked her if we could have sex, and she said no, she was worn out. I was pretty ticked; it gets tiring having to masturbate all the time, just because she uses that same old excuse over and over.

Anyway, I was so disgusted I just needed something to do to take my mind off of things, so I walked into the kitchen and started washing the dishes. I was pretty sullen, just washing the dishes, and I didn’t notice my wife walking up behind me. Finally, she said in a tentative voice, "You’re doing the dishes?" I was mad, and scrubbing the dishes furiously, because I was still so pissed over the situation, and I said, "Yeah, I’m washing the damn dishes; I’ll scrub the hell out of them, since you were too *tired* to do them." She came up close and leaned against me. She was breathing hard.

"Oh yeah", she said, "You are washing them rough. Get those dishes clean, baby." I half turned my head and looked at her. Her eyes were glazing over, and she was running her tongue over her lips. Her hand was clutching nervously at her throat. "Are you going to do anymore cleaning?" she asked. What the hell was going on?! I was annoyed, and said, "Sure, I’ll take the mother******* trash out and then I’ll vacuum the rugs so those bitches will be clean too." I tossed the dish rag down, irritated, and turned to face her. "Anything else her highness would like?" I said.

She was looking at me all flushed, making these little quick breathing spasms. "Oh daddy", she whispered, "I want you…I want you bad!" I was shocked. I didn’t argue, but grabbed her hand and dragged her to the bedroom. "Not yet!" she said when we got there. "First, take off your clothes slowly….and put them in the hamper." I did as she requested, while she furiously threw off hers. "And these!" she said, holding out her clothes, "Put these in the hamper too! And pick up those boxer shorts you threw down on the floor this morning, and the towel you left in the bathroom!" After all that was done, she said, "One more thing, I want you to turn me on with some wild scent, baby….spray the Lysol on the toilet and wipe it off where you didn’t lift the seat." When that was done, she sexed my brains out.

So now, this is how it goes: My wife has turned into a sort of nymphomaniac, but this perverted foreplay is just too much! In order to get her to put out, I have to first turn her on with some disgusting cleaning. I had been badgering her for years to get a brazilian, but she never thought to do it until I pruned the bushes outside. Before she would try different positions, I had to get on my knees and scrub the kitchen floor. And I won’t even tell you what I got in exchange for cooking that rump roast the other night.

So, you see where my problem lies. I am ashamed to let any of our friends know my wife has turned into such a fetishist. I feel disgusted when I think of the horrible things she has in store for me….I feel like she using me….I feel like a piece of meat. How do I get my wife to see that this is NOT NORMAL? Man, I wish things could go back to the way they were.

I’ve asked this before but want to ask again because I really need more than 1 answer :/

So I like one of my boyfriends friends (my bf knows btw, I told him) but I dunno if he likes me back
Me and my bf hung out with my crush(BFs friend) this Friday for most of the day and me and my crush had a couple laughs (we were chucking my teddy at eachother, I’m 14 and he’s 17 so a bit childish lol :$) and I accidentally threw it too hard at him(luckily it missed) then he pretended he was going to throw it at me hard but just threw it very softly and chuckled at me when I squealed :$ also we were putting on his bands CD and he wanted to slide the case along the floor to my bf but the rug was in the way so i pulled it back with my feet and he kept saying stuff like "aw [my name] your so smart" and "that was such a good idea thanx " then we were going to a party that night with my bf and on the way there my crush was walking beside me at all times even when my bf went in the middle my crush walked round to my side and then when we were at the party he was sitting down and I was standing infront of him running my fingers through his hair and he said to his friend next to him "I could get used to this" the smirked at me. Then he kept letting me steal his stuff like his glasses,headphones and was going to let me borrow his hoodie but then my bf said that he was getting uncomfortable (my crush was staring me in the eyes and smirking at me while I was unzipping his hoodie and pulling it off his shoulders) and he hugged me back everytime I hugged him and gave me some of his beer but no one else and he kept on thanking me because I’m designing his bands singles cover work and I’ve noticed that he uses a lot more smilies while talking to me than everyone else and he’s even used the :3 face a couple times with me which he’s never done with anyone else and also started liking almost everything I post. And today at another party I was at with him and my bf my bf walked away to help someone who we thought was throwing up and my crush walked right up beside me and asked what I was up to and we were practically holding hands but I had to help my bf :/ another girl hugged him at the party and he looked really akward and kinda looked at me from the corner of his eye and everyone told him to hug her back but he only put one hand on her back but when I was saying goodbye he gave me a proper hug

So I have a feeling that he likes me back but I’m scared to tell him that I like him incase he thinks I’m creepy should I tell him at the next party and if he says he doesn’t like me back say that it was the drink and that I was kidding?? Me and my bf are breaking up soon that’s why I ament too guilty about liking this guy (plus my bf likes 2 other girls)

so what do you guys think? Does he like me? Im REALLY sorry For it being so long need an accurate answer. Thank you for your answers

please let me know what you think this is from the middle many thing u wont underrstand.

Merici Escobar, beautiful, clever but poor, born to two loving parents yet survived the ordeal and lived with only one; she was a being of happy disposition that amalgamated all unlucky events into her epoch. Merici saw the grass stretch and the clouds race atop Fort Street for nearly seventeen years, thirteen in which she recalled all events clearly and the first four in which she became the only child.

She was accustomed to living, something which was rather extraordinary in her family, yet miniscule it was in proportion to those who lived around her. Life, a simple passing of years was thought as nothing but the passing of time and innocence. She was rather extra ordinary in the sense that time had not snatched her childhood beliefs from her. She hoped endlessly that her long gone brother would return from the bottom of Hades pit and her father would take his place. Neither her brother nor her father did she really understand. Both had walked out on her life yet time had shown her the bright side of being a two year old. The year she learned to walk was the year she tore the only photo of her brother.

Her first gallant journey took her a quarter way across the rug that lay lifeless on the living room floor. With endless practice she mastered the art of the monkey. From crawling to walking to climbing she found her way on top of the dining table chair one day. The sights from atop were splendid the ground though was shaky. With both hands on the table while leaning forward she started jumping on the chair out of joy. The table shook and the photo that lay within the depths of its center began to move toward her. Her feet thumped endlessly on the chair.

The last time she ever banged her feet on a chair was also her only time. The chairs had been removed and she was thought the mannerism of a young girl but the damage was done. As the photo slid into her hands she examined it carefully identifying all inetntifiables. Waiting for an unknown so that she may cease the tingling sensation she felt in her fingers. Her eyes breezed past her mother’s smiling face. She then saw the image she was keen on seeing when she spent endless hours on her mother’s bed looking toward the mirrored cabinet examining her childhood brilliance. The face in the photo was similar yet not same. She was not walking or jumping happily. She lay motionless in her mother’s lap looking out of the picture at her real self. There she set eyes on something quite different the one next to her mother was certainly from not her breed yet he could stand. One of his eyes was covered by the tiny fingers that were rubbing it. From the other eye came out droplets of water that seemed to paint dark spots on his light blue shirt. He was an unknown to her so her fingers engulfed the corners of the photo and pulled them apart. The existence of space between objects by pulling two things apart was a new phenomenon to her so she tried to make a shape. Through endless turns and pulls she formed a semi-circle although not perfect to her excitement but she somehow had separated that unknown’s top from the picture. Only his dangling legs were nicely placed, stagnant next to her mother and his top half she threw on the floor.

The torn bit of the photo never found its place. Merici was taught not to ask who was torn out or who tore the little boy out. It remained a bottled bit on anxiety a piece of an idea. The worst of things that a human can possess is an idea. One that grows within the depths of the mind only to overtake all conscious thought later. She became a builder, one that built with her imagination what occurred with that boy. She knew well that he was related to her most certainly her brother. Maybe he left with her father maybe he was forced to leave because her parents had separated.

Days alone were mundane repeating loops of life. Every Saturday the women would talk to him. The father that left her. Merici never understood why her mother went through the pain to have a video conference with him every weekend. In the beginning they were not talks they were bits of speech. A little “hi, how are you” and that was it. But with the spending if time a bond was renewed between them. The talks became conversations and conversations become never ending notes of music. They would each rock to the rhythm of each other’s words seamlessly taking in all parts of speech.
Mrs. Escobar was killed on Sunday. Saturday went about as normal with Merici being no part of the plot against her mother. She sat in ropes of misery tied in thought of her brother who was sold so she may live. Sunday afternoon she spent on Almadad. Pondering over both of her family losses bond to an unknown location, her body drifted with the rhythm of the seas.