Things, I am learning, have names.
House things, these things, about the house- they have names, you see.
Names other than 'thing.'
My home maintenance vocabulary is in its infancy. Similarly, my vocabulary is limited in other arenas where I have little direct experience-- like birds. What kind of bird is that? I have no idea. Or trees. Is that a cedar? a birch? an elm? an oak? If it's a large plant that stands up straight but is not a cactus, I'm out. I have no idea. The only trees I can identify with any certainty are jacaranda (because they're everywhere in LA, and so pretty!) and peach (because I have a stray peach tree in my back yard, like this).
Carpets, I found out today, also have names. Great names! AMAZING names, delightful names! I don't know why. I just know they do. Or rather, I guess carpets come in series or groups for some reason? And these groups of carpet families have their family names. Like Family Feud. For example, the carpet families that live at Home Depot have names like this:
|why, Carpet, that's so...forward of you. i'm not going to just hop|
in the sack with the first nice carpet I see.
|--hey, nice carpet! |
oh, thanks, it's from Home Depot's ENRAPTURED II collection.
|it's like I...could get lost...in this carpet's eyes...|
|not sure where the sales pitch is here. think we went a bit off the rails.|
In the end, I think I'm most likely going with another big name in carpet: Martha Stewart. That is the name of a thing I can get behind.
Update: For the carpet installation experience and finished look, check out the Franken-Carpets post.