For the past 10 years I have been stepping on a fine piece of art. Though I tread, walk and step on it, it is one treasure that I value so much that I am the one who would personally shake, remove dust and debris so as to clean it up. I would be the one to have it left lying under the happy sun for a day and retrieve it back. And only last week did I decided to have it professionally cleaned.
I am talking about my much-appreciated Moroccan area rug. I value It so much because it is one of those heavy and bulky items that I decided to hand carry on my way back home after a long yet enriching trip from Morocco ten long years ago.
My memory is still very clear in recalling how I and travel-buddy Joesel got to purchase it from a merchant inside the medina in Fes. I can still reminisce how the seller showed us various intricate and colorful designs of various rugs for sale and was even invited by the owner of the shop to climb up to their roof deck for us to be shown on how lady-artisans do the intricate knotting of the wool so as to create a great piece of art.
I can also remember how anxious I was when the rug I paid for a hefty price was delayed in having it delivered to our hotel. Delivery was so behind in time, I thought I was duped by the merchant yet sighed with a huge relief when the hotel’s front desk called me to inform that I have a package in their office for me to claim.
I however can no longer recall the representations of the designs of the rug I chose as described during that time by the merchant. What I remember is that I simply followed my heart on which to choose from among the beautiful Moroccan rugs presented to us.
Though it is ten years old, I know that it will take another 10 long years before my Moroccan rug can be considered vintage. But the memory of this piece of art that I step on regularly will remain in me may it be considered vintage, collectible or antique already.