First a phone call saying that a big parcel is on its way. Then a ping on the door a couple of days after. I am rarely so scared and excited as when I open packages with samples in it. Sometimes you get happy and exhilarated, sometimes you get less happy and more sad. Or sometimes you don’t know what to feel. You might just have to sip the picture for a while. Walk around with it, rest your legs on it and then look again. I’m looking at this fellow now. His name is Otis. Otis the rug.