When the Floor Found Its Voice

Dino Mcleod24 Apr, 2025Home & Garden

Late‐afternoon sun slanted through the picture window, gilding a sea of quiet taupe. The limestone mantel, the pale oak floors, even the whisper-gray mohair sofa—all perfectly pleasant, all conspicuously restrained. Then I tugged at the binding tape, rolled back the kraft paper, and watched Tattersall, a sharply tailored plaid carpet from the Stanton rugs portfolio, unfurl like a Savile Row overcoat laid across the floorboards. A beat later, its wilder sibling—Serengeti, an unabashed animal print carpet—slid into the adjoining seating alcove. The room quite literally took a breath. So did my clients.