This was given back to me after my Mother-in-Law died. It didn't come back looking like this. I almost put it in the box to send to the dog's home but when I looked at the squares some of them had worn quite well for 25 years. The brown main colour was pretty ratty and some squares had felted very badly after being washed in hot water and others had cigarette burns where she'd fallen asleep and dropped ash on them. So I rescued the goodish ones and crocheted them into a new main colour and I'll use it as a picnic rug. I still have the pattern but it's one you have to think about as you work so I don't think I'll repeat it but this was only the second rug I ever completed so you could say it's part of the family history.
The first one was very simple and it went on the boy's bed. In first grade, the teacher used to take the kids around to each house so they all got to know their classmates and parents.
We didn't have fancy furniture, just old stuff that I could paint to match whatever colour he wanted. He suffered from Bronchitis a lot so I made a wool rug for extra warmth. In one of those moments that mothers wrap up in silver paper and pink bows and put away in their hearts, he announced to the class that the best thing in his room was this rug because, "My mum made this by herself, for me."