As I make a braided rug from strips of fabric, it brings back one of the extremely few memories I have of my grandmother. As a child we would hold the ends of the fabric while she braided the pieces together, the beginnings of a beautiful rug beginning. I can't tell you what they looked like other than the fringe of memory that they were beautiful. My grandmother died when I was very young. So all I have are vague memories at the fringe of my mind.A few years ago I decided I was going to try my hand at making one. I attempted making a round one, but after the beginnings of it sat idle because of an illness that almost took my life. Just recently I decided it didn't please me so took the sewing out and decided to make an oblong one instead. This is the beginning of what it may look like.
