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Show The Daily Utah Chronicle - Page Eight Wednesday. May 22, 1991 FOTPOHJEEII Feature Oriental rag oc magic carped? Both in cottage industries. They are labor intensive a single rug can take years to make. "The rugs are hand tied. You By Gregory Thilmont Chronicle Feature Writer can see the knots on their Oriental rugs they invoke, backs," Nelson said. She pointed out one rug of high quality that had 270 hand-tie- d with their swirling and twisting designs, far away places. They are exotica embodied. Oriental rugs have been hung in palaces. They have graced the floors of knots per square inch. Though some Oriental rugs are made of silk, most are woven from durable wool. There are differences in rug production. The most plush and domiciles from the most humble nomad tent to the most opulent of Victorian homes. They are traded, adored, wondered over expensive naps that and prayed on. There is nothing quite like them. However, Oriental rugs are as from. Though many from Iran, mostly in India, they usually display geometric floral designs in pastel colors. This makes them popular in the United countries produce rugs, the most famous come Pakistan, Afghanistan, and India. Others are made in the Balkan States, the U.S.S.R., Romania, Turkey, Nepal, Tibet and China. According to Kristine Nelson of Foothill Oriental Rugs, a Salt Lake shop that imports these States. Another quality of Oriental rugs is their value. Some cost in the neighborhood of $1,000 to $2,000. Others can run as high $5,000 to $7,000. Some people might have trepidations about walking over something so woven pieces of art, "the rugs have various qualities depending on where they are from." One type of rug is the Persian Kelim. "They are woven by nomads from Iran. They use vegetable dye, so the colors change throughout the rugs. They are very narrow and long. They are not usually made for export; they actually use them in their tents," she said. Oriental rugs have mysterious names: Kashan, Bijar, Qum, Herat, Tabriz. These names come from the cities where a particular rug design originated. raised have is to say, the fibers stand up. Dhurries, on the other hand are flat woven. Woven varied as the countries they come ami costly. Nelson said that many people do worry about walking on these CHRONICLE PHOTOJudd R. Hillman Pictured above is Raffi Dahglian, the owner of Dahglian Oriental Rugs. Rugs have served many purposes throughout the ages, from keeping sand out of a tent to designating the wealth of its owner. Over the centuries, however, imitated became designs throughout. Nelson gave an example of how rug names now refer more to style than place of origin. "This rug is a Nairn design. Nairn is a city in Iran where the design originated but it was woven in Pakistan. Countries weave adaptations of original Another, a Qum, has a scrolling Oriental rugs have hypnotic replete with detail, transfix one's designs." qualities. Their intricate designs are like mandalas. One rug, a Bijar from India, has a design of expanding hexagons that spread out from a center diamond. flower pattern. These rugs, eyes. rugs, but she said they are extremely durable (the more expensive ones even more so). "These rugs will last for generations. They clean well and repel soil; it's hard to improve on wool," she commented. Raffi Dahglian, owner of Dahglian Oriental Rugs, spoke of the history of this utilitarian art form. The rugs are made in small quantities by a few individuals "What is special about these see "rugs" on page nine uuuu MTU1 Palmette Comb Gul Herati pattern Tree of life Airport: fiendish hell or honeymooner's heaven? "Put all baggage flat on conveyor belt. Place keys and other metal objects in plastic tray to your left and enter through portals." This is the sign that greets you when you enter Salt Lake International Airport (that and "Pardon our dust" and "Welcome to the Home of the 1996 Winter minutes, but then they started closing in on us. I was d almost tagged (with a as I ran squirt-gu- n into the Men's Room to change from my coveralls and moustache into a loud Hawaiian print shift, sunglasses and curled, upswept hair. .'" Chuck and I stood in a boarding line with some United Airlines passengers bound for Hawaii. We posed as honeymooners about to take the plunge. WeY stood there giggling, cooing and all that yucky mushy stuff while a Team One operative brushed by my right shoulder. I thought for sure I was a goner, but the idiot d just looked at me (heavy on the blush and sunglasses) and said, "Oops, I'm sorry." We kept on moving in the line we were in and ended up on the plane. The stewardess asked us for our tickets (I had some old coupons in my hand) and I Auntie Arlene Calkins dye-fille- Chronicle Feature Columnist Olympics.") What they neglect to tell you is that they fully intend . time in Shuttle Hell It didn't used to be like this. Airports used to be fun laces to be in. Before all the terrorist threats and E ijackings began, some of my best times were had at the Los Angeles International Airport. When I was in college the first time, my friends and I used to play a great game called, "I SPY." We would divide into teams and bring small carry --on bags filled with disguises and such to the airport. Team One would give Team Two a head start of about 15 minutes. Team Two would then make a mad dash to hide andor melt into the crowd. The object of the game was to be able to keep from being found and thus "eliminated" on the spot. The time limit was SO minutes, and there were boundaries such as only being allowed to operate . . to humiliate you at every turn if the beeper beeps when you pass through the electric portals of Metal Detector Hell. You'll stand there with a beet red glow about your face when you try to explain that the detector is either picking up the metal pins in your knee or the gold lame in your underwear. ' "I'm sorry, but you'll have o disrobe." The metal detector is but a minor annoyance among the multitude of major annoyances at the airport For most people; the major annoyance is the parking situation. Instead of parking your car and making a mad dash to stand in the detector conga line, you now have to park way out in the Boonies and wait for the shuttle to take you to Humiliation Paradise. They have these little shuttle bus stops where you can wait to be picked up by some crazed little man who drives in huge circles ail day long for a meager salary plus benefits. The sign on the shuttle stops will not wait longer than four minutes. ftromises youI weigh 125 lbs.) They also promise that in the terminals- - no parking lot hiding or any kind of are climatized for your waiting comfort. That behaviour that would endanger any real passengers. they means that in the winter you could probably freeze Once, I was lucky enough to be paired with Charlie, nosehairs there in and the in could master of disguise. In our carry-o- n the summer, you bags we had ' your bake a potato while you wait. brought some of the loudest print shirts and shifts we The shuttle finally comes, and you find yourself could find. (In the late 1960s, that wasn't too much of g doofus, a problem.) We also had stashed hats (the floppy kind) snuggled tightly next to some wishing everybody used Dial. You are then and sunglasses. This particular session of I SPY dropped at the terminal of your promised to be a killer. unceremoniously like the wind to try to make up for lost and run choice, Things went on pretty smoothly for the first 60 , . ; Slice o life chain-smokin- over-size- -- laidgggllg Tm sorry. I think we're on the wrong flight Is this the way to the Bahamas? No? Oh, well, you see we're"" on our honeymoon, and I guess we're Just a little excited. Hee, nee, hee, heel" She laughed and steered us in the right direction and out of the way of Team One, thus winning the game. That was almost a bigger thrill than when we tagged Team One and got to say "Gotcha!" with a blast ofRit 4Rose Now, this i3 not something I recommend you do now days. You'd probably get your can in some federal until your children's children were on the prison moon. It is something to think about, however, when you've been standing in the baggage claim section for three hours only to find they've lost your luggage for the third time or that the stupid plane ran over it. (I swear this really happened to my sister!) Next time you go to the airport, take along a canteen, a sleeping bag, and emergency rations. Oh, and think of your Auntie Arlene. : Jd |