I’ve had this old cotton shower curtain for years. In the closet, that is. It has some bleach spots, a few paint spatters, but is a quality fabric in very happy colors. In recent years I’ve used it for picnicking and such, washed it, folded it, and placed it back in the closet, high on a shelf, with an inkling that it was to become something else. I just had to wait to see the creation it held within.
The colors are faded, yet still vibrant, bright and cheerful. THe day before yesterday I saw what it--or MOST of it--is to become. What you see if the beginning of a throw rug.