Don't let me start on it.
I describe it as "The Dark Secrets of and behind the Marvels of Persian Tapestry Art, fill in the rest because I haven't framed it down yet because I'm still so undecided to do the cutting because all of it has my separate and intense interest and attention, so maybe I better write a bookwork, a volume or ten will do. Maybe."
The impact on simple daily life is of catastrophical proportions. I feel as if I can't walk over a rug withouth its design staring at me flustering: "remember, you don't tread on me for no reason". I am also very careful to call a carpet not just a "carpet" (it has a complex and social life) and wool or silk not simply "materials" (they too have a life and complex relationships).
On the other hand, it has its fascination for me as historian too... Maybe I steal it
I'm of course also fearfull for the moment she discovers my very own Flying Carpet and shreds its secrets into dry academic discours.
salaam.