Braided Rug

“I have a rug on my floor that has as many memories as it has threads. Each of its threads is from a shirt that belonged to my first love, my favorite college, a high school basketball tournament, the list goes on. What holds them together is the weeks I spent stitching one to the other. In that time, I built more memories: Memories of searching for the largest crochet hook imaginable. Memories of my classmates asking how many hours I had booked on the time-consuming project. Memories of me finally declaring my rug complete.” –K.F., Chicago, IL