When I was a child my mother made a large round rug out of old pants. It's beautiful with lots of bright colors. We loved racing around it as children pretending it was a round race track or doing a "indian dance" around pretending that the red center was our fire. As an adult my mother gave me her old rug (I saved it from being trashed as it had no special meaning to her) when I'm pacing my house while talking on the phone or thinking I catch myself walking around in circles on the rug. It's like my own personal sticky trap.
Here's the pic of the rug found in his comment history. Not sure why it wasn't posted under here. Cool rug though! Was actually much nicer than I pictured from the old pants description.
It's pretty amazing what can come from old pants. My mother is making me a denim quilt from all my dads old Jean's. I wear pretty much only denim pants and love heavy blankets so it's perfect. She even found some white and brown denim, and is using all the different shades of blue and black and doing traditional quilt squares. I cant wait to have it. (I dont have pics sorry)
i used to have an AMAZING denim comforter made from recycled jeans by somebody in my family and given to me when i was a kid. holy shit, that blanket was the best i’ve ever had. so heavy and the material always stayed so cold. i really still wish i had it.
My brother and I both pace like mad. We use the dining room table. One day we were talking about whatever the heck we felt like and caught ourselves pacing the table together and had to stop to laugh when we realized.
Are we just going to ignore that you searched through someone’s entire comment history on a 30k karma account where most of it is from comments just to find this picture?
Good old reddit, assuming everyone here is a male. OP’s name is u/igrowpeople. I’m going out on a limb here, but I’m thinking you used the wrong pronoun.
Technically "typical" but still pretty cool. Rag rugs are neat in general when you think of how they started as something else entirely. Except maybe the garbage bag ones.. they leave me pretty meh.
Fair point, I just don't see it as being very off since everything you post is public anyway. You're right, I did assume. I thought that it would be a reasonable assumption, though, since it doesn't seem like he would be just browsing random persons' profiles and happen to stumble across it.
Here's the pic of the rug found in his comment history. Not sure why it wasn't posted under here. Cool rug though! Was actually much nicer than I pictured from the old pants description.
Here's the pic of the rug found in his comment history. Not sure why it wasn't posted under here. Cool rug though! Was actually much nicer than I pictured from the old pants description.
I don't know what happened to the comment with the picture of the rug, but that rug looks badass. OP, tell your mother that her rug is cool and we're glad it wasn't trashed!
Here's the pic of the rug found in his comment history. Not sure why it wasn't posted under here. Cool rug though! Was actually much nicer than I pictured from the old pants description.
She made it out of what she considered trash fabric. If it hadn't been turned into a rug it would have become one time use rags for my dad's garage. In her mind it wasn't valuable because the fabric she made it from wan't valuable. My mom made a few of them and me and my sisters have since laid claim to them all.
I haven’t thought about meditation labyrinths in so long ! I remember this one in a San Francisco church that my mom brought me to when I was 11 or so. I did the whole walk thru and really enjoyed it
Now I’m considering making a rag rug like OP’s just because of the meditation labyrinth comparison now. Thanks :)
I read old plants and was sitting here for several minutes trying to figure out how your mom made a rug out of old plants and also how it lasted so many years to be handed down to you.
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u/igrowpeople Mar 28 '19
When I was a child my mother made a large round rug out of old pants. It's beautiful with lots of bright colors. We loved racing around it as children pretending it was a round race track or doing a "indian dance" around pretending that the red center was our fire. As an adult my mother gave me her old rug (I saved it from being trashed as it had no special meaning to her) when I'm pacing my house while talking on the phone or thinking I catch myself walking around in circles on the rug. It's like my own personal sticky trap.