this is a nice moth eaten bit of carpet, with a Rose pattern on it. It’s had two good scrubs, a soak with some bicarbonate of soda, and lots of oils shampooed into it On the second wash with a bar of glycerine soap. I used olive oil soap on the first wash. Now it’s having a think about mending it’s wayward ways with a good salt scrub massaged into it to refit the colours. Apart from a bit of shedding, and a few bare patches, I think it’s feeling quite contrite about harbouring the dust mites.
I am going all local tomorrow and putting it in a proper Lavoir in St Lawrence. It needs to just sit in the running stream water to thoroughly rinse it and put some natural energy back into it. If I get the other bits all washed and take them too they can all get pally in the Lavoir!
I am so impressed with the colours in this carpet now I can see them, if the dust mites are gone, I might even hang this one on my wall behind my sofa. I might take it to the specialist in town to get a verdict on it. It seems to have the knots in the pile of the carpet. It has the right sort of fringe to be hand made, but not enough knotty bits and such a neat back it looks too perfect to be hand made.
Here it is wet, having a think about being salted and spiritually cleansed and repurposed for my house. I will talk to it tomorrow and see how it feels about living in a Christian household. If it doesn’t like the idea we will have to find a better home where it will be happier. The rose one definately went incommunicado the moment I got the salt worked in all over. I can’t wait to find out what it has decided to do once it’s come out of the Lavoir and dried off a bit.
Its like having any visitor turning up at your house with a lot a lot of bad habits and some very nasty livestock on board. I mean, how do you demand they get in the bath and let you wash their clothes without being totally blunt about it, and their hoes if they smell. I mean it’s my house, I am not putting up with fucking dust mites.