About some history beneath my feet

Since we're talking about textiles, and this blog is about my love for quality and fabrics, I’m reminded of a certain moment at a crossroads in my life. When I first moved to an English-speaking country, I didn’t expect that the biggest cultural shock would be... the carpets. They were literally everywhere. In the living room? Of course. In the bedroom? Standard. But in the bathroom? In the toilet? In the kitchen?!

Interestingly, these carpets looked as if they had historical value. In some apartments, they could almost be considered antiques – they were so old that they might even have been under some form of protection. Were they clean? Hard to say, because vintage things just look... vintage. As someone wiser once said: you can't turn an old woman into a young woman. And that’s exactly how it was with these carpets – they bore the marks of decades, maybe even entire generations.