We have these lovely hand woven rugs from Ethiopia, bought long ago on our honeymoon – well over a decade anyway. They remind me of the incredible rock churches, being held in the living rock, seeped in frankincense and sweetgrass, and a 1000 years of chanting. I don’t have any pictures of this trip as my camera broke.
They have got a bit damaged, so remedial repairs required. I used some of the fragments to reweave the surface – a bit like darning. It might not be as beautiful as the original but it will keep them in service for a while yet.