I’ve been into bold rugs recently. I am starting to work my way into liking warmer color palettes and I think that the area rug is a fantastic way to interject some spirit and warmth into a home. Paired with neutral seating, interesting art and a few plants and you’ve got a warm, inviting room. Maybe because it’s the end of January or maybe I’m just ready for a change but it feels like it’s been a long season of gray and blue in the design world. I still like gray and blue – but let’s do something different. If you are also looking for a way to liven up your living space, think about a colorful area rug. Here are some warm inspiration photos to brighten up this last little bit of winter.
Where to get these rugs? In Denver, try Shaver-Ramsey (I’m working on the kitchen for their new space at 589 Fillmore), or Authentic Persian & Oriental Rugs and Ibraheems. There are also lots of places that sell rugs online. If you’re looking for an inexpensive, colorful rug (and you don’t mind it not being wool) you can’t go wrong with Wayfair.
On another, completely unrelated note: I just finished a book with a truly great title: The End of the World Running Club and I really enjoyed it. It’s post-apocalyptic fiction with a deeply human main character and it charmed me. Here’s a quote from the book that resonated with me. It’s a little longer than most quotes I use here, but I found it speaking to me about artistic impulse and about the human condition.
“It’s hard being a human. Most of the time we’re just blind idiots seeking joy in a world full of fear and pain. We have no idea what we’re doing, and on the rare occasions when we get things right, we’re just lucky. Our lives are filled with humdrum: dust and noise with no meaning. And yet they contain moments that seem to mean something, something we can’t describe but want to. Those moments leave holes we want to fill. We want to name them, paint them, teach them, sing them. But we can’t. We can’t because when we try, the hole disappears, and all we can see is the imperfect, unrecognizable imprint of our own crude imagination.” Adrian J. Walker, The End of the World Running Club.