I came across this photo today from SFGirlByBay and it re-awoke this weird love I have of plastic rugs:
I think it was when we were living in Mali that I first fell for them. People use them indoors and out, as often for a party as for prayers.
We bought a few when we were living at a radio station in the little town of Segou. (I know I know, it was a super crazy situation! Read the book I wrote about our travels and you'll know all about that and plenty of other weird stuff we put ourselves through...)
And we've held onto one through the years which is currently living in our kitchen:
Quite a distance that one has traveled. Who'da thunk.
(What is I Love Lamp? This is I Love Lamp.)