A delivery driver said it first, actually, dropping the thing off in a bag roughly the size of a duvet and asking if we were “doing the whole floor in it.” Fair question. It looks like a lot before it’s out of the packaging, and then it looks like even more once it’s down, sprawled across the living room like something that got shaved off a much larger animal.
We were split on it before it even shipped. Half the group wanted the deep, proper shag, the kind you lose a sock in permanently. The other half wanted something you could actually hoover without the machine making that strangled noise and giving up halfway across the room. We bought the deep one. We regret this at least twice a month, usually right after someone drops a crumb into it and we all just accept that it lives there now.
Here’s the actual gripe, the one we keep coming back to: it will not stay where you put it.
We’ve got rug grippers underneath, the sticky kind, and it still creeps toward the door about an inch a week like it’s trying to leave the room on its own schedule. One of us re-squares it most Sundays without even thinking about it anymore, the way you’d straighten a picture frame.
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A guest once tripped on the folded up corner of it and asked, not unkindly, “does this move on you a lot,” and honestly, yes, constantly, we’ve just stopped mentioning it out loud.
It’s genuinely lovely on bare feet in winter, which is the whole reason any of us wanted one in the first place, and that part delivers every single time. It’s less lovely when you’re vacuuming and pulling out what looks like a small woodland creature’s worth of fluff from the brush roll. That happens roughly every third clean. We’ve made peace with it. Mostly.
The color hides an astonishing amount of everyday disaster, which we’re grateful for, and also slightly worried about, because we genuinely have no idea what’s actually down there at this point.
If we were doing it again, and this is where the room actually splits for real, some of us would go one setting lower on the pile, something you can run a vacuum over without a fight, and call it done. Others would keep the deep one and just buy a second rug for the door area specifically to catch what this one keeps trying to shed everywhere else. Nobody’s budging on this. We’ve had the same argument three times this year and it ends the same way both times, which is nowhere.
What we can agree on: it’s soft, it’s a magnet for crumbs and static and one specific dog who won’t leave it, and it has never once, not for a single day, stayed exactly where we left it.
