Archive for April, 2010

Rug Designer and American Mountains

Thursday, April 29th, 2010

Rug designer has recently delved into the world of art and we provided Jamie George a contemporary artist with a modern rug for a set of exhibitions called American Mountains which was held in a disused garage on the Old Kent Road it is not the most glamour of places but very cool and turned out to be very busy and a lively affair. The exhibition is of very contemporary artworks you can have a look at the artists works below:
Jamie George
Richard Whitby
Sion Parkinson
Ed Atkins
Rebecca Kressley
Matthew David Robinson
The rug we provided for the exhibition was a rectangle Midnight blue rectangle with a large yellow circle with a dove white border. It looked pretty cool and we’re hoping to put images of the exhibition up on our website soon.

‘American Mountains’ is an ongoing project that brings together work created by the eight artists listed above. At its core is an image and a phrase: a photograph of the perimeter of ‘Dubailand’ – a development outside the city of Dubai, and the phrase that provides the title – an old Russian name for roller-coasters.

Royal Standard Chapter 1

Monday, April 26th, 2010

The facts about the Royal Standard are amazing. Its one of the greatest accumulations of Art on this planet running to Millions of objects. Assembled in the last 500 – 600 years, it includes almost everything there is, including Rugs, mainly Persian Rugs. But also included paintings, silver, sculpture, manuscripts, books, armour tapestries and textiles.

These can be seen across Britain in various exhibitions. And unlike National collections, Royal collection receives no government funding. It’s completely self funded so salaries for staff are entirely generated by funds the Royal Collection make.

The responsibility of the director for the Royal Collection is to ensure all Artwork is well displayed, researched and interperated, and that the places used to exhibit the Artwork are shown to their best. Within reason the Royal collection is always looking for ways of expanding retail activities, even on the internet. One way of achieving this expansion is by producing a range of fabrics, wallpaper and Rugs inspired by it’s textiles and other works of art.

Rug Tufting Frame

Friday, April 23rd, 2010

The method in which we make our rugs is called Hand Tufting. The tufting frame we use for our rugs is 17 meters long and 5 meters wide, however that doesn’t mean we can’t achieve a greater width. Recently we made a 6.5 meter diameter rug for the Royal Exchange in Manchester, this was a circular 6.5 meter rug. We ended up tufting part of the rug and then taken the finished part of the rug off the tufting frame to enable us to complete this wonderful looking rug. Doing this order made us re look at the maximum length and widths we can manufacture large rugs weather they’re Shaggy rugs, or standard modern ones. And we feel as long as we only need to take the part which has been made off the tufting frame one it means we can double the size of the spinning frame so that 10 meters wide by 34 meters long. A rug that size can weigh a tonne! Yes a tonne, imaging trying to pick that one up for a spring clean. The transportation of a large rug that size wouldn’t be easy either as it’ll need to be lifted by crane and proffetionally put into position.

Create your own blended modern rug

Monday, April 19th, 2010

If you’d like your rug to be a blend of 2 or 3 colours then Rug Designer has been offering this service within shaggy rugs, however just recently we’ve trialed some samples on normal rugs and discovered some beautiful blends we’re able to do. The hand tufting gun can carry upto 3 strands of yarn at a time, so by having 3 separate colours each colour will have 33.3% mix of the colours. Or you can have a 2 colour rug where one colour represents 66.6% of the overall colour and second colour represents 33.3%. Or you can thread the hand tufting gun by only using 2 yarns and therefore on 2 colours we can achieve a 50%, 50% per colour mix.

Large Rugs Transportation

Saturday, April 17th, 2010

It’s simple, the bigger the rug the heavier it gets, at 3.2 kgs per sq meter just a 3 by 2 meter rug can weigh 18kgs, thats roughly what a fully packed suitcase. So when it comes to large rugs, please bare this in mind. Imagine when you’re buying a 17 x 4.5 meter rug (the largest rug we’ve ever sold) . Well it weighed in at 230kgs and took 8 people to lift.
If you decide to buy a large rug of then consider the weight it might be.

Aleppo Wedding Chapter 10

Monday, April 12th, 2010

His mother had been told of the invitation before he left home, and was in two minds about it. She was extremely hostile to this outsider who had her son running all around the country after her, but she also realised that Sarah was someone from his years in England, about which he seldom spoke much, and she was deeply curious to see her. She did what any mother would do in these circumstances and arranged the most impressive lunch she could think of while commanding the presence of all her other children as moral support. She spent Thursday lunchtime discussing the whole business exhaustively with her daughters, but Abu Nury would not take any notice of the catty remarks, merely saying that it would be a nice change to practise his English.
Nury missed the trip to Aleppo Citadel, he had been once or twice before and was not an enthusiast. Instead he woke up late and went to the Friday prayers with his father and when they got back home he just had time to admire the beautifully set table and to sniff the good smells from the kitchen before it was time to collect Sarah from the hotel. She was waiting for him, looking pretty and delicate but dressed in jeans and a t-shirt. Apparently she had used up all her more formal clothes and had not thought to keep anything for this occasion, or to make use of the hotel laundry service. There was nothing to be done about it so Nury said nothing and saw her into his car.
When they arrived at the street Sarah was impressed with the building, and intrigued to see the place she had heard of so often. He opened the front door of their flat and welcomed Sarah into the entrance hall, where the sight of all his family dressed for a formal Friday lunch almost made her run back down the stairs. His mother greeted her politely but coldly, shaking her formally by the hand and speaking only Arabic although she had a moderate command of English. Nury translated, and looked pleadingly at his father, who took her hand in his and smiled warmly as he said, “Welcome, Sarah. It is good for us to meet a friend of Nury’s from his happy time in your country.” Then he introduced the rest of the family and continued chatting to her until the panicky look had left her face. She was very embarrassed at being dressed so differently from them, but his younger sisters were sympathetic and took over the conversation as they sat in the drawing room, with stories of lost bags when travelling, and the problems they had caused.

Aleppo Wedding Chapter 9

Wednesday, April 7th, 2010

He returned her to her hotel and rushed home to phone a friend with a travel agency who could arrange for him to be invited that evening with the tour group. Thus when the bus decanted the group at the nearest main road near the narrow streets of the old city he was waiting for them with a pleased smile on his face.
Sarah saw him as she descended the steps of the bus, and looked surprised and pleased. She tapped the girl called Jane on the shoulder and Nury saw Jane turn in surprise, and then turn back to Sarah and make some comment which made Sarah laugh. He was a bit irritated but waited politely for them, and spent the two hours of the performance sitting between them and explaining what was happening. They loved the building with its quiet rooms and fountains which really did tinkle, but were mystified by the Dervishes whose self-induced trances were incomprehensible to these cheerful products of western materialism. Nury did his best but the more he tried to explain the less they seemed to see his point and he was glad in the end to see them back onto their bus and to go home himself.
Thursday was their day to see a selection of the ancient sites in the countryside round the city, and Nury had been astonished, when he saw the itinerary, at the amount they expected to do. They left the hotel at eight o’clock in the morning and visited Cyrrhus, a Roman ruined city to the north-west, then swung to the south to Ain Dara, a small but quite imposing Hittite monument on a solitary hill in the valley of what had once been a massive river, now just a meandering stream. The last stop was the ruined but partly restored basilica of Saint Simeon, again to the south. This was a much more popular spot, for its beauty, its accessibility from Aleppo and its new restaurant where Nury joined them for a very late lunch.
Again he was denied a tête-à-tête by the presence of twenty eight other members of the group and more particularly by Jane, who seemed to have made it her job to stay with Sarah at all times. However they had enjoyed the trip and been impressed by everything they had seen, so they were much better company than the previous evening and Nury went home considerably more cheerful after persuading Sarah, in two minutes or so when Jane left them alone, that it would be really rude, and embarrassing for him, if she did not have Friday lunch with his family the next day. He knew this would be an argument she could understand, and also that the tour trip to the Citadel of Aleppo would be over by lunch-time, so it would fit in very neatly.

Aleppo Wedding Chapter 8

Sunday, April 4th, 2010

They carried on the awkward small talk for a while, until Sarah was given her key and found her room-mate, a tall brunette of about the same age and talking about the lunch arranged for the party. This forced Nury to be more assertive, and he invited Sarah to eat at another restaurant with him. For politeness’ sake he also invited the other girl, Jane, to go with them, but she had the sense to refuse. Sarah was pleased, and hurried away to shower and change so it was only quite a short time later that she reappeared and they set off for a very late lunch – Nury had used the time to book a table at a restaurant made from a beautiful old Arabic house not too far away. Her high-heeled sandals dictated a taxi for the trip, and they were dropped only a few steps from the restaurant – just as well, thought Nury, or she would have broken her ankle on the wet cobbles, ancient, but recently restored.
The area was charming with narrow passages running off between high stone walls. One of the big, studded doors led to the restaurant, also a small hotel, and it stood a little open. Sarah looked around and said all the right things as she walked through the door, but inside she just stopped and stared. The restaurant was in the old courtyard of what had been a very grand house. The entrance was through one side, and the courtyard was glass-covered for the winter. All the window cases looking onto it from the surrounding three floors were decorated with carved stone, mostly flowers and geometric shapes, and the coloured-tile floor was broken in the middle by a fountain and a lemon tree with two resident doves.
“Nury, it’s lovely.” She gave him a delighted smile as they were led to a table in the raised area like an open room at one side. He ordered food which he had tried to cook for her in England, so she could find out what it really tasted like, and she enjoyed it all, though she ate very little of any of the dishes. Two hours passed quickly in eating, catching up and reminiscing. She was having a fascinating holiday and made him laugh at her surprise at things she had seen so far. He heard all about the friend she was travelling with, whom she had met after he had left and who now worked with her, until she looked at her watch and discovered it was getting late.
“There is a concert at seven, and we are all getting a bus at half past six. It’s some sort of religious thing, I think. It’s in a very old building. Do you know it?” Nury did, it was an exhibition by the ‘whirling dervishes’, an Islamic sect who aim to achieve a trance-like state by spinning around. They wear long white robes and spin to the rhythm of drums, and Nury knew she would enjoy the spectacle. “There’s just one thing, though,” he offered, “I think you had better put something warm on. These historic spots tend to be really cold at night.” She was dressed in a very pretty light dress with a summer jacket. Like many another, she had been fooled by the words ‘Middle East’ into expecting endless warm days, but the nights in Aleppo in February are usually cold, especially after rain.