My heart sings when I discover handcrafted goods. The story, the labor of love, the beauty takes my breath away. On the arrival of our son, we received a handmade rag rug made by fourth-generation weavers.
My morning ritual is a cup of tea and playtime with my little one on his rag rug, creating memories and a keepsake for my grandchildren. A special gift made with love means more to our family than products made with plastic that ends up in landfills. Thank you, David Lineback, for carrying on the tradition of handmade rugs.
I hope you all enjoy the rug for decades to come. Use it without being brutal (meaning, don’t throw it in the dryer as I do mine!) and it should last through your grandchildren for sure. My grandmother (David’s mom) made some rugs in the mid-1960s — on the very same loom yours was — and Scott and I use them to this day in our antique bedroom.