I was driving home from a neighboring town last week when I saw some hand painted signs promising Consignments! Antiques! Rugs! Vintage! COME ON. That is my siren song – so I pulled over into this industrial enclave of warehouses and followed these signs with big promises right into this terrible import store.

Needless to say, there were no Consignments! Antiques! Vintage! but there were tons of Rugs! Actually, lots of kilims imported from Afghanistan, a smattering of Suzanis as well as a bunch of teak Pier One looking furniture.

I pawed through a stack of flat woven vegetable dyed kilims while two frat boys tried to sell me on the exotic romanticism of a faraway land. OMG – the prices were OUTRAGEOUS. Like $485 for a not so interesting runner.

In the stack I ran into this hand dyed / hand loomed blanket from Afghanistan. It’s lovely and super soft and I dug on the big graphic neutral stripes.

Iggy loves it and they totally match.

I love how warm it is…much warmer than the Ralli quilt.

Maybe it’s not a good aesthetic fit for the master bedroom. Too brown, perhaps? I’ve been dying for a neutral blanket in here, but not like depressingly neutral.

We don’t really do Christmas. At all. Ever.

Mostly I try to keep my head down and wait for this excruciatingly long holiday season to pass. If I have to hear that goddamn hippo song one more time! I’ll just…I don’t know, be annoyed I guess.

My secret shame is that I love all the crazy Christmas lights that come with the season. I caved in and bought a string of small clear globe lights at Target. The sansevieria in the bedroom ended up being our faux “Christmas tree”. Poor thing.