When we first moved into our house we bought a new table for the kitchen from a nice family out in NH. They were a super-nice family that really loved the kids, and when we went to pick up the table they gave us this beautiful rug. It was big and looked brand new, or at least unused. It was very cool of them. The problem was, it was a cream-yellow color, which is not the most practical when you have kids and live in the wilds of New England. The rug ended up sitting on the floor, rolled up, for several years. It almost became invisible except for the frequent occasion when one of us would stub our toe on it or trip over it.
Finally mom decreed that the rug must go, which wasn't the simplest thing because it was huge, and came with a matching pad. I asked a few people we knew who had just moved into their houses if they were interested, and they declined, so I listed it on the town listserve and within minutes people were clamoring for it. I invited the first person to contact me, who happened to be our good friend CF, and he took it with him that morning.
Now the rug is gone, and I have mixed feelings. On the one hand it's nice to be rid of it, but it was such a nice rug, I'm bummed we couldn't find a use for it. Then again, you don't want to get into the hoarder mentality, because it can get pretty ugly, especially for someone with fat case of OCD like myself.
Until the next time, thanks for reading, and thanks to OceansFour for the pic.