Herein will be my last example of why I have given up trying to replace my rug with anything vintage even close to it:

http://cgi.ebay.com/SUPE...&_trkparms=72%3A1205|6

This, newly from Joe Nevo. Around the same size (mine was little longer as I recall), condition as mine, tho mine was not mint, it has some even wear and one or two lower spots, nothing you could see without getting right down there---I think mine was from the 30s, maybe earlier,not quite as early as this one... but not later than the 30s. In design, both within the field and the borders, and re the colors, even including the number of colors....mine was SO much better I can not tell you. I get people here think I am hallucinating in wistful retrospect.. I am not.

I am sure this rug from Joe is worth his asking price.

If only then, I knew even a small percentage of what I know now. But I did not. I should have, simply from the instant salivation level of each arriving dealer the minute they caught First glimpse. Being vulnerable compounded by ignorance, in the face of ignoble.....a Very, Very, VERY Bad Thing.

I learn as I go.....mostly, rabidly. I am told a lot. Also, in retrospect.
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Addendum:

Here is another new one from Joe: http://rover.ebay.com/ro...9&mtid=824&kw=lg

In design and colors, I think, nicer than the above. Better colors. Little more like mine had, less opaque, more translucent... but still not as nice. Also has end loss, no small thing, expensive reapir I know just via logic now. Still, someone will give him close to his $3,900 asking price, I'll bet.

Now do we see the luminosity, the lustre I kept writing about? What I called, "Lit from Within"? NOT POETIC LICENSE. It was nuclear to the beauty of my rug. Joe knows about it; we can see clearly from his typically keen & detailed descriptions of just these two offerings!!!

This is akin to the nacre of fine pearls....the brilliance of a D flawless, perfectly faceted diamond, the patina of a fine Hermes saddle. And the giant. splendid Sarouk I grew up with, with it's deep, resonant reds and brilliant jewel tone accents.....could have won a prize for this X factor. I recall, as a tiny child... when the setting sun came thru the large West facing livingroom casement window in my parents' house ( a French Tudor, yes, with a Turret), some panes of which casement window my father replaced with stained glass...even tho the rays were tempered purposefully by the huge awning my dad installed to preclude the rug and the furniture from being hurt.....the huge Sarouk gleamed. But the smaller one I kept had it too. It is bred in the marrow if you will. In the wool and the weft.

Someone should write a feature about this. Someone not Jill. Tho would ot surprise me if it shows up down the road in something I do write. doesn't everything?

In all things, both living and inanimate... there are factors far beyond the mundane & academic which define the lifeforce. They are perceived kinesthetically.