The Social History of Rag Rugging:
In my line of work, I’ve spoken to thousands of people about the history of rag rugging, and what has really struck me from all these encounters is the feelings that the craft evokes. Some of us remember relatives making rag rugs, others were forced to cut up the fabric against their will when they were younger (those are the traumatised ones) and others have recently made rag rugs out of a loved one’s clothes after they passed away. Whatever the story, rag rugging is rich in social history that has never really been recorded. I love hearing your personal rag rug stories but could kick myself for not having written them down. Well, that ends here!
Going forward, I’ll be keeping a record of all your rag rug stories here. Please email your rag rug memories, stories and journeys to firstname.lastname@example.org and I will add them to our People’s History of Rag Rugging. They don’t have to be old stories – they can be from last week if you like, and they don’t have to be written perfectly – they just have to be true. (Photos very welcome too). Thanks so much for getting involved everyone – I can’t wait to share them 🙂
Elspeth’s Rag Rug Story:
So, I thought I’d start our People’s History of Rag Rugging with my story… it seems vaguely fitting…
Every year my secondary school would put on a recycled fashion show where arts students had to make and model an outfit made entirely out of recycled items. A few examples of recycled outfits are below 🙂
My mum had made rag rugs for as long as I could remember so one year I asked her whether she would teach me how to do it so that I could make an outfit to wear. At the time, I didn’t realise how ambitious I was being and I grossly underestimated how long it would take to finish my outfit. I ended up rag rugging day and night to get the outfit finished in time and went through a gazillion audiobooks while I was making my costume. Thankfully, I just about got it finished and, on the day of the fashion show, I walked down the catwalk in my rag rug costume. It weighed a tonne (anyone who has picked up a rag rug can vouch for that) and was pretty itchy, as I hadn’t lined it at all (big mistake), but I was super proud of what I’d accomplished and had well and truly caught the rag rug bug. Fortunately, the judges of the show were also impressed because I won a prize for my efforts and there began my love of rag rugging.
Unfortunately most of that (in)famous costume has disappeared over time so I can’t share it in all its glory but my mum turned the waistcoat part of the outfit into a cushion which you can see below. It isn’t the most aesthetically pleasing piece I’ve ever made but it’s part of my history of rag rugging so I’m glad she kept it around.
Victoria’s Rag Rug Story:
So, that’s my story, but where did my mum learn? My mum is from Lancashire so most people assume that she was taught by her mum (the craft is very prevalent in the North-West) but surprisingly, my mum is actually self-taught. Her history of rag rugging began when she was looking around a shop while visiting a friend in North Yorkshire and saw a rag rug for sale. As a keen knitter and crafter, she was intrigued by the craft so bought the rug. It was from that first rag rug that she taught herself how to rag rug and she has been making gorgeous rugs ever since. Below is the original rag rug she bought… it’s looking a bit battered by now but has still stood the test of time. We think that the person who made it wasn’t particularly experienced because they didn’t realise that the rag rug letters would completely disappear when surrounded by the shaggy rag rugging.
Verena’s Rag Rug Story:
Verena sent me this rag rug story in early September, 2017 and to be honest, it’s stories like this which are the reason why I started this collection of stories in the first place. There are so many wonderful histories and tales tied up with rag rugs which are never told. Verena kindly allowed me to share this story with you and I’m sure it will touch you in the same way it did me. Here is Verena’s story:
“This is a rug with a very heartbreaking story. I made it out of the clothing of a friend’s baby girl of 18 months who tragically died within 8 hours of getting diagnosed with meningitis. I cut up all her tee shirts and jersey dresses, and the whites are her vests. This will be given to her mummy and daddy on the 14th September at their wedding which would have been Mia’s 3rd birthday, please keep this secret and do not post it anywhere until after that date. I haven’t done this since I was 10 when I helped my grandmother to cut up old coats to make what we called peggy rugs. I’m 68 now, I hope you like it.”
This is a live and growing collection of rag rug stories so please send your memories and tales of rag rugging to email@example.com
No story is too small 🙂