Monday, December 7, 2009

Verde Home is wins Best of Atlanta for 2009!


For the second year in a row Verde Home is honored to have been selected by Atlanta Magazine for their Best of 2009 List. This year Verde Home won "Best Sustainable Style"! We would like thank Atlanta Magazine as well as our other supporters and customers. We appreciate the acknowledgement.


I would also like to say congratulations to all of my Westside neighboring business selected as well. The Westside was strongly represented this year and with all the development continuing over here we can only assume it will be better next year. Below is a list of a few of our fellow Best of Winners:

Best New Restaurant - Abattoir
Best New Hot Spot - Flip Burger
Hall of Fame - Star Provinsions
Best Bang for the Buck - Toscano & Sons
Best Bew Pub - 5 Seasons
Best New Mens Boutique - Ken Barber
Best Mens Boutuique - Sid Mashburn
Best Cottage Chic - Bungalow Classic
Best Bit of Glam - Maison Atlanta
Best Eco Housewares - Eco Emporium
Best Consigned Home Furnishings - Savvy Snoot

If you haven't been over to this side of town lately it is definitely worth a trip. Several new business and restaurants have opened and the energy continues to grow.

Below is a map of all the 2009 Shop category winners for 2009. We hope to see you soon on the Westside!



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Wednesday, November 25, 2009

Black Friday and Holiday Hours

We realize that many of you may want to rush out and by your "Holiday Sofa" on Friday but unfortunately Verde Home will not be open. We will however be re-opening on Saturday for our normal 11-4 hours if a beautiful Tibetan rug is a must have and you simply can not wait.

Have a great holiday and we will see you soon.

Monday, July 20, 2009

Westside ArtWalk - The place to be on Saturday

The recently formed Westside Arts Ditrict has been hosting an ArtWalk on the third Saturday of each month to promote awareness of the area and all the fabulous galleries. This past saturday turned out to be a great weekend for the walk. The weather was perfect and hundreds turned out to see the great art and browse the shops.

Participating Galleries include:

The Atlanta Contemporary Art Center, Bobbe Gillis Gallery, Emily Amy Gallery, Get This! Gallery, Kiang Gallery, The Robert C. Williams Paper Museum (to begin Art Walk participation in April 2009), SALTWORKS, Sandler Hudson Gallery and Octane Coffee Bar.

Don't miss the next Artwalk on Saturday August 15th!

Wednesday, May 6, 2009

5 Seasons has soft Opening

Last night 5 Seasons held an event in connection with Georgia Organics which served as the soft opening for the restaurant.  We went over at about 6:15 and it ws already filling up pretty good.  Unfortunately, and despite great effort, they were unable to get the liquor licsense in time for this event but that didn't hamper a few hundred people from stopping by to sample the great food and get a sneak peek at the space.  You can tell by looking inside that many of the finishing touchs are yet to come but the overall feel is spacious and social.  The restaurant will encompass three levels with a terrace level beer garden, street level main dining room, and roof deck.  Over the next few days I will walk over and get some photos as they finish up.  I don't have official word as to when they will be open for regular business but I would assume it is about a week away.

Congratulations 5 Seasons and welcome to the neighborhood.

Monday, March 2, 2009

The Book Report

I believe a truly respectable weblog should prove itself to be more then a soapbox for unsubstantiated opinions and so as a way for you, the reader, to assess my ability to review a topic, organize data and develop an argument, either for or against a particular issue, I did what any grammar school teacher worth their mettle would do and assigned myself a book report. Beyond the basic function of proving I am literate, a book review also helps to illustrate how a person experiences a subject or ideas. You can learn a lot about a reviewer by reading the review. I don’t expect this to end well. I took an emotional IQ test a few years back and the results said my temperament was best suited for a society based on collective anarchism. This still confuses me. And makes me angry. And then I get sad. And then I just don’t care; stupid Emotional IQ tests.

Martin Lindstrom’s Buyology: Truth and Lies About Why We Buy discusses the burgeoning approach to measuring consumer behavior called neuromarketing, which, simply put, is the endeavor to apply scientific method to the business of branding. Proponents, such as Mr. Lindstrom, believe that neuromarketing will unlock the mystery behind our subconscious choices of one brand over another, by using brain-imaging technology that is traditionally used to detect illness. The picture on the cover is a profile of a human head in black silhouette with a barcode tag attached to a string, which then winds around to form the outline of a human brain. As you will learn after reading the book, I’m sure there was a subliminal message hidden in this cover, meant to induce more readers to pull it off the bookstore shelf, however, on the surface it seems to infer that the human brain doesn’t have much going on inside it other then a compulsion to shop. A compulsion whose tendencies can be recognized and measured in the same way a virulent tumor is detected.

1. Negatively judging a seemingly innocuous book cover: -10 emotional IQ points.

Mr. Lindstrom uses the introduction to Buyology to define neuromarketing and defend it against mind control alarmists. It is not, according to the author, an Orwellian instrument for governments and corporations, employed to manipulate our consumerism to their benefit, but, rather, is a defense against the tactics of advertisers who don’t always have our best consuming interests at heart. In fact, as the author illustrates in a discussion of cigarette warning labels, governmental efforts to curb smoking by putting warning labels on cigarette cartons often backfire, since just seeing the label stimulates the part of the human brain that compels a smoker to light up. As the author succinctly surmises, “…neuromarketing isn’t about implanting ideas in people’s brains, or forcing them to buy what they don’t want to buy; its about uncovering what is already inside our heads—our Buyology.”(P 35). And what Mr. Lindstrom and the scientists monitoring the brain scanning equipment soon find out is that we are frequently irrational in our consuming behavior and sections of our brain regularly compete to influence our decision-making processes. It is these internal conversations within our brains that lead us to predominately choose Coke over Pepsi even though in taste tests we slightly prefer Pepsi and why we would rather take a $15 gift certificate now then wait 2 weeks for a $20 gift certificate.

I found this part of Mr. Lindstrom’s argument personally compelling, since I am keenly aware of the internal monologue that mumbles just below the surface of our consciousness. In my previous employment I often travelled great distances, by myself, in a car. On these long, solitary road trips, what begins as a hushed conversation between you and the world speeding by, can steadily develop into internal debates that suddenly escalate into raging arguments between you and…you. For travelers who get uncomfortable stopping late at night for gas, food or lodging, I assure you that the chances of being accosted or even bothered are greatly reduced if you get out of the car screaming at yourself.

2. Emotional Intelligence Quotient of previous paragraph.

a. Recognizing and accepting the multiple voices inside your head: +5 Emotional IQ points.

b. Allowing these voices to argue publicly: -7 Emotional IQ points.

Chapter 2 of Buyology dealt with the effectiveness of product placement and used American Idol as a test case. Although I found this chapter to be one of the more interesting pieces of Mr. Lindstrom’s research, I found it hard to relate it back to Verde Home and our extensive offering of fine, hand-woven wool and silk rugs, or our recent arrivals of soft, textured, vibrant upholstery from American Leather or our custom, contemporary hardwood furniture brought to you by Skylar Morgan’s DOC Collection. Mr. Lindstrom’s research illustrated that product placement was most successful in grabbing viewers’ attention when the product was integrated into the actual program (or blog?). Coca-Cola was the clear victor, considering the American Idol judges drink from Coca-Cola cups, much like the one I just set down on Verde Home’s CS Oval Dining Table.

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Additionally, American Idol’s furniture on the set is designed with rounded edges that mimic the shape of Coke bottles, similar to these Zig Zag vases from the Verde Home collection of accessories.

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And, finally, the contestant waiting area is painted the same red as a Coca-Cola can, which, by the way, closely resembles the leather in our Hugo chair.

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Cingular was the next most successful integrator of their brand considering the audience is repeatedly told to text their votes via Cingular wireless and their orange logo, coincidentally the same color as Verde Home’s Sandy love seat, pops up every time a contestant’s telephone number is listed to start the voting.

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On another note, if you would like to vote in support of my candidacy to be President of the Confederacy of Collective Anarchists, please scroll down to the comments link and register as a member. Considering this is a party based on anarchy, your membership will be immediately denied, but that’s just because formal memberships have been outlawed. I know it seems confusing but you try finding common ground among a bunch of anarchists. The current president is some guy named Carl, who I have not actually met since he’s never been present at any meetings. Attendance is optional and if you do decide to go to a meeting, I would come armed. For the answers to any other questions, I would refer you to our constitution but I should warn you that it is written in pencil in 36 different languages, so it could best be described as a fluid document.

Of all the American Idol sponsors, Ford motor company was shown to register the least in the minds of viewers and not coincidentally their product was only viewed during commercial breaks. If Ford isn’t smart enough to drive one of their SUV’s on to the American Idol set, then they really don’t deserve a bail out. I would consider buying a Ford if they plowed an Escape Hybrid into the panel of judges and I doubt I’m alone on this sentiment. These are the kinds of things I think about while lounging back in the Acacia chair by Cisco Brothers with my feet up on the recently delivered DOC round Coffee table.

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3. Wishing physical harm on people you have never met: -15 Emotional IQ points.

Although it’s a relief to know that we now have scientific proof, the theories expressed in the next few sections of Buyology are not what I would call revolutionary. Mr. Lindstrom begins with an explanation of mirror neurons, the biological basis behind why we yawn when someone else yawns and concludes that consumers are influenced by the frequency of seeing a product being utilized by other consumers. In short, we imitate one another in the same way monkeys do. We are talking basic evolutionary theory here and the rest of the chapter borders on condescension when Mr. Lindstrom informs us that our willingness to purchase something can be greatly affected by our interaction with a positive or negative salesperson. The entire discussion left me muttering the phrase, “No duh”.

4. Using expressions common to a 13-year -old girl when you are actually a 36-year-old adult male: -13 Emotional IQ points.

The chapter on subliminal messages in advertising is slightly more thought provoking, if only for the final analysis that the logo is dead, and, therefore, subliminal marketing will only become more prevalent. Mr. Lindstrom gives a brief explanation and history of subliminal advertising, with the spotlight being on the cigarette industry, since smoking ads are widely banned and has forced this industry to find creative ways to promote their product. Which they accomplish with great success, while simultaneously doing their part to control the world’s over population and serve at the pleasure of their underworld master. It is Mr. Lindstrom’s contention, throughout Buyology, that neuromarketing will protect us from these manipulations by giving us the power to recognize when we are being subliminally influenced. Now all we need are individual, portable versions of an fMRI (functional Magnetic Resonance Imaging) machine; a piece of equipment that currently weighs in at 32 tons.

5. Resorting to unnecessary sarcasm bordering on cynicism: -7 on the Emotional IQ meter.

Things begin to regain some momentum in a discussion of humankind’s penchant for rituals. Mr. Lindstrom’s research shows that our psychic attachment to rituals comes from the same nerve center in our brain that compels us towards brand loyalty. It is the human desire for the appearance of control in an unpredictable world that induces us to check our horoscope every morning or pray before we go to bed every night or, in my case, repeatedly check locked doors, unplug electrical outlets, check for running faucets and drain a tub of hand sanitizer almost weekly. This same compulsion also directs some of us to order a Guinness draft, with its formal procedure for the perfect pour, rather then a less expensive but similarly tasting beer that just streams out of the tap without the ceremony.

This contention, alone, is worthy of note but what makes it truly attention grabbing is Mr. Lindstrom’s transition into a discussion on religious experiences and its relation to our behaviors as consumers. The author provides numerous links between religions, and their accompanying rituals, and the characteristics that make up a strong brand; from the palpable sensory appeal and use of symbols to the perceptible identification of enemies, which in terms of religion centers on Satan and in regards to myself, includes the following list:

Ed. Note: A directory of people, places, organizations and even some flora and fauna was provided, but the list was disturbingly long and deemed by this editor to be unsuitable for the forum. If you are interested in knowing things like, “Paul’s top ten most annoying sport’s figures in history”, then submit a resume and wait for a slow afternoon because, frankly, I can’t listen to it anymore. It has been almost 20 years of this and it is starting to have a profound negative effect on my health.

But I digress, and, in summary, Mr. Lindstrom’s provocative assertion is that our brains react the same way to strong brands as they do to religious images. I will leave it up to you to ponder the possible repercussions of this theory.

6. And the Emotional IQ experiment continues:

a. Finally admitting that you suffer from a slight case of OCD: + 20 points

b. Making lists of perceived enemies or annoyances: -80 points. (Ouch)

In the final chapters, Mr. Lindstrom turns his attention to somatic markers, which he believes are at the root of our buyology and therefore the primary focus of all neuromarketing research. Somatic markers are imprints of past experiences that the brain stores and then relies on later to assist in the decision making process. Subsequently, what we think is spontaneous behavior is actually directed by our subconscious using prior experiences, from very old to very recent. To further impress upon the importance of these markers, Mr. Lindstrom proclaims, “These cognitive shortcuts are what underlie most of our buying decisions.” (P 131) Simply put, if you want a successful brand, then it needs to connect to a somatic marker, such as Johnson’s No More Tears shampoo, which connects the user to an actual experience stored in our mind from childhood and subconsciously influences our purchasing decision as an adult. Additionally, somatic markers are often sensory in that smelling, hearing or feeling something can spark a marker in our brain and cause us to buy something that on the surface may seem unrelated.

Mr. Lindstrom contends that 80 percent of all product launches fail in the first 3 months and often because marketers don’t heed somatic markers. Thusly, neuromarketing is vital to not only judging a product’s worthiness to be in the marketplace but should assist companies in launching advertising campaigns that are appropriate to the products themselves. Which leads to Buyology’s final assertion that sex doesn’t always sell because it focuses people’s attention away from the actual product trying to be sold. Research showed that viewers were less likely to recall a name brand or logo when it was accompanied with more suggestive sexual content because their brains were disproportionately more focused on the arousing content in the advertisement rather then the product being propped up or endorsed. As an addendum to Mr. Lindstrom’s research, I can tell you that the type of suggestive language used can directly affect people’s reactions to a product. For instance, at Verde Home, the closest we have come to a sexually charged promotion was when we hung the following rugs by Tamarian Carpets, with their accompanying design names, on the walls of our Tibetan Rug Gallery.

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Rather than anything even alluding to arousal, I would best describe the overall customer reaction as perplexed. For the record, my safe word is Tamarian.

Tuesday, February 3, 2009

The Wrath of Grape Smoothies

If you glanced at my previous blog, you know that I was recently paroled from the AmericasMart.  I had paid my debt to the wholesale community and resigned myself to a long walk back to Verde Home.  Honestly, I welcomed the solitary reprieve from the collective pessimism of Gift Row. 

As I passed the CNN center, I ran into an old friend, Casey James.  Casey previously owned a lighting store in Atlanta, but was ultimately forced to close his doors when Georgia Power cut off his electricity.  The irony had not been lost on him.  After a brief exchange of pleasantries and predictions on the weather, I asked Casey for a ride back to the showroom, but he mumbled something about problems charging his Prius, difficulty with electricity, in general, and a medical recommendation to get more exercise. 

For reasons that will later be made glaringly apparent, Casey was apprehensive about going back inside the CNN center. Since his gallery closing, Casey had returned to a career in marketing and taken on the responsibility of coordinating a comprehensive strategy for the vendors in the CNN food court.  The work appeared to be taking its toll on him physically and mentally.  His hair had gone white, his face red and a paunch protruded awkwardly from his lower waist, like a marsupial carrying its young. 

He lamented that between watching CNN report on the economy all day and the copious amount of free grease from the fast-food vendors, he had gained thirty-five pounds and had a resting heart rate of 174 over 128.  In an effort to lose weight and avoid panic attacks he had taken to pouring vodka into grape smoothies, which he then nursed throughout the day.  As we marched the long mile from CNN center to the BrickWorks, Casey slurped on an adult smoothie, chain-smoked Marlboro Reds and rambled on about a Woody Guthrie biography he had recently finished reading by candlelight. 

Initially distracted by Casey’s stream of barely consciousness, I hadn’t noticed that traffic on Marietta Street was uncommonly quiet.  As we neared the BrickWorks, it quickly became clear that the complex was deserted, doors to businesses were locked and there was no sign of working electricity.  Casey instinctively denied responsibility for the power outage.  Confused and increasingly concerned, I started to briskly jog and then sprint to our showroom.  I found Kent and Laura outside Verde Home, packing what was left of our store into a converted SUV.  A sofa was strapped to the roof, dining chairs hung out the back window and a couple of floor lamps had been tied to the hood.

Most of our room settings had been destroyed, in what the BrickWorks community now refers to as the Wool Bowl.  The Wool Bowl was caused by a major influx of rug inventory into the Verde Home Tibetan rug gallery.  While I was serving my sentence at the Merchandise Mart Super Max, our market shipments had arrived and the ensuing stacking and flipping of the new rug merchandise caused a violent blast. 

In scientific terms it is a type of chain reaction, often referred to as dispersed fuel combustion and is most commonly identified with grain silo explosions. Although certainly not a frequent occurrence, there was an astonishing amount of information on the internet concerning the topic of wool induced fuel-air bombs; including a list of reported cases since the tracking of this phenomenon began in the early 1980s.  There are even the minutes from a conference held in Turkmenistan in 1993.  Not personally holding any degrees in physics or chemistry, much of the jargon was beyond my comprehension, but the phenomenon had something to do with static electricity, dyed wool, and aerial propulsion. More then a few of the conference attendees maintained that this marvel of destruction was the scientific basis behind the myth of the magic carpet ride. 

Nonetheless, with nothing to anchor our furniture, much of it blew away or was pulverized into dust.  The ensuing cloud of dust and fuzz spread across the Brickworks, billowed through crevices and under doors, settled in lobbies, galleries and eateries, contaminated food and coated furniture.  Maid services were called in from across the city. 

Laura described the scenario as a “wool blizzard”.  Kent kept repeating “sheep tornado”, over and over, but this was probably due to a nasty head wound and obvious concussion.  The situation was dire, however, in retrospect, not unsalvageable.   Unfortunately, before I could regain my composure and proceed logically with an insurance claim, Casey rose up and delivered the following sermon:

I don’t know if it’s my place, but someone needs to say something.  It’s too quiet.  All I can do is hear myself think and that’s a noise I don’t find very appealing.  I mean come on, ya’ll have done this before and you can do it again.  Hell, I’ve done it before and I’m not so sure I could do it again - I mean look at me, I’m hanging on by a thread - but I could help you.  We just need to get out of here.  You need a new beginning, because, honestly, I don’t think there is anything here for you anymore.  The wounds are too deep and the memories too clear. And I don’t think you want to be around for the clean up.”

In my defense, this is when I first tried to interject with a more practical solution, but there was no stopping Casey when he set his mind to finishing a thought. 

“Listen, I got a call a few weeks back from a young lady. Now that I have had some time to reflect, I think she may have been an angel of some kind.   She wanted to know if I would consider moving my lighting gallery to ADAC.  Can you imagine? My gallery, Let there be Light, in the Atlanta Decorative Arts Center?  This was an opportunity of a lifetime, to sell my lamps, pendants and chandeliers inside the most exclusive home furnishings center in the South.  I felt like my heart would explode with joy. Then my extremities went numb and I broke out in a cold sweat and realized I was actually having a heart attack.  As I clutched my chest and tried to focus on my breathing, I squeaked out a brief explanation about how I had been delinquent on my electric bills and how difficult it is to sell lighting without power.  I explained that I had been forced to close up shop months ago, but that I was touched ADAC thought of me and could she please send an ambulance to the Smoothie King at CNN Center.  Then I blacked out. But, regardless, the point is, we could go make a new start at ADAC.  I got connections. So, you all climb into that vehicle, now.”

I could see Laura hesitate and I was about to say that we needed to slow down and discuss our next move, when out of the corner of my eye I saw Kent drop the tape gun he was using to wrap his head wound and stumble into the back seat like a zombie who just hailed a cab.

“That’s the spirit, Kent.” Casey cried.

Our fate was sealed. 

Casey continued, “But I’m going to need a smoothie. Grape.  And some Vodka.”

En route, we stopped to pick up the needed supplies for Casey and as Laura and I returned to the truck with enough vodka and fruit smoothies to power an entire cross country team of alcoholics, we found Kent and Casey formalizing a marketing plan for our re-start up.

Kent thought it would be a good idea to launch some kind of direct marketing campaign, to get the word out about the move and present it in the most positive light possible.  Laura proposed a direct mailer, maybe a post card or letter to designers.

Casey snorted, “Junk mail.”

Kent agreed that e-mail would be more cost effective and environmentally conscious.

Casey shook his head and barked, “Spam!”

I recommended phone calls, since they were more personal and would put a human voice to our situation.

Casey was incredulous. “Cold calls? Really? Ever hear of No Call Lists…dumbass.”

As Casey’s tone turned increasingly negative, we arrived at the entrance to ADAC.  We soon realized that conditions for success were no better at ADAC then anywhere else.  Traffic was down, Casey’s “connection” had been “deselected” during a round of layoffs and the simple hope of earning a decent wage seemed unreasonable.  Honestly, the whole idea had been a bad one, born of panic, but at least we were starting to see things clearer.  It was time to return to the BrickWorks, file an insurance claim and wait for the home furnishings bailout that assuredly would be included in the economic stimulus package.

But for Casey there was no gleam of hope.  His dream had been a simple one but when it turned out to be impossible, his dejection spilled out in a heartbreaking confession of marketing ineptitude. 

“Truth be told I have no formal training in marketing.  Those ideas you guys had; they were good ones.  I just hadn’t thought of them myself.  Attaching coupons to pizza boxes was the best I could come up with and that had met with mixed reviews from the CNN crowd.  Frankly, I don’t even know what guerrilla marketing is and have no earthly idea how to apply it to high-end home furnishings.   You could have told me you planned to hide behind sofas and throw candles at customers as they passed by and I would have thought you were on to something.”

And with that, Casey gave us a half-hearted salute, lit a cigarette and turned towards the entrance to ADAC.  Sensing our concern, he paused and tried to put our minds at ease.

“I’ll be around…I’ll be around in the unnatural glow of a furniture showroom with no view…of a rug gallery with not an inch of bare floor left and a fabric house whose racks swing empty.  I’ll be everywhere.  Wherever there is a sample sale so an overstocked showroom can clear inventory, I’ll be there.  Wherever there is an interior designer ordering discontinued fabric, I’ll be there.  I’ll be there in the way shipments land on a dock and clients breath a sigh of relief when they’ve finally found that perfect ottoman to rest their weary feet.  And when these halls are filled again with designers ordering upholstery for newly built homes – why, I’ll be there.”

By all reports, Casey’s first couple of weeks went smoothly.  He helped organize the Brotherhood of Rug Porters, submitted a proposal to open ADAC to the public and was working on an infomercial for a local cable access station, when he issued the following warning:

“I swear to the Lord above, that if one more person uses the phrase, “in this economy”, my head will explode.”

Rest in peace, Casey James. 

by Paul Baird  - copyright 2009

Wednesday, January 21, 2009

Market Wrap Up


My new years resolution was to start writing on our blog, so this is my first post.  Kent has asked me previously to participate in “The Green Room” and I managed to procrastinate for almost 16 months: a new record.  By attaching the endeavor to a New Year’s resolution, I know I can quit by the spring, without any considerable carriage of guilt.  Although, I am counting on Kent asking me to stop by then, which is a very real possibility.  

Considering the 2009 NORS (National Oriental Rug Show) just wrapped up at the Americasmart in downtown Atlanta, I figured a market review would be as good a place as any to get started.    I have been attending this trade show for over ten years, the majority of the time as the general manager of a wholesale rug vendor and then more recently as a co-owner and buyer for Verde Home.  It is vastly more enjoyable to be a buyer at the rug show, if for no other reason then the fact that you can escape whenever you feel short of breath or dizzy.  Vendors are trapped inside their windowless display areas because buyers rarely keep to appointments, or even bother to make them, and you never know when a “giftee” will wander in with fabrics. 

The inevitable light-headedness or shortness of breath is due to the poor indoor air quality on the rug floors, the result of carpet smog. The sheer quantity of carpet and rug fibers wafting through the halls would alone be enough to kill a lamb, but the problem is compounded by the fact that many of these fibers have been doused with caustic washes. Kent has written at length in our monthly e-newsletter on the topic of floor covering household emissions and this is just one of the many reasons why we carry mainly Tibetan rugs, due to their common practice of using metal-free, low impact dyes and bio-washes.

I have always been partial to dogs as pets, but I am beginning to sympathize with cats, since I think I now know what a hairball must feel like.  In the case of a rug market participant, it is a wool ball and it builds with every breath, no matter how hard you try to wash it down with every free cocktail offered to you.  Each showroom has a bar; ranging from make-shift tables with white catering linens and folding chairs to fully stocked saloons with stools and a bartender. 

At least I think there was a bartender.  The market wasn’t very well attended and between my labored breathing, increased alcohol consumption, and the eerily empty hallways, I started to feel like Jack Torrance after a few winter months in the Rockies.  One particularly hazy afternoon near the end of the week I spent nearly three hours on the 3rd floor looking for a carpet sample that would match the flooring from the Overlook Hotel.  I don’t know why.  But I think I found it.

Give that man a cigar and a blow torch to light it with.”

-      Jack Torrance as played by Jack Nicholson in “The Shining”

What I didn’t find was much of anything new, except from the usual innovators, who tend more and more to be Tibetan rug dealers.  Perhaps, I am jaded from years of attending the market, but the truth is that the rug business does not lend itself to innovation.  There is an occasional exception that proves the rule, but for the most part, if you are looking for something floor-breaking in the hand-knotted rug business, then Tibetan rug dealers offer the most original products by design, quality and color.

Nepalese producers use a business model akin to fabric houses, where you select designs from swatches and then the rug is made to order in your size. Most non-Tibetan, hand-knotted rug manufacturers reproduce antique designs and stock room size rugs for sale off showroom floors, and, so, design or color mistakes in room size rugs usually leads to dead inventory.  Unsalable room size rugs then sit in warehouses and have to eventually be dumped at pennies on the dollar, if they can be sold at all.

Tibetan manufacturers, if they stick to the business model, minimize their holdings by making samples that can be ordered in any size and in custom colors.  This allows them to be more creative and take a chance on a design that another manufacturer would deem too risky.  This is another reason we dedicate so much of our rug gallery space to Tibetan designs and Nepalese manufacturers.  This way we avoid filling our showroom with antique reproductions that reek of chemicals and inevitably contain one of the following colors; salmon, shrimp, coral, carnation, french rose veritouche or thulian, of which, at least one of these I don’t believe is even an actual color, yet all have been used at one time or another to describe: PINK. 

Editor’s note: Throughout our many years in the wholesale rug business, Paul and I competed with the most innovative rug manufacturers in the world for square footage in the best Design Center and Retail rug galleries across the country. When we opened our own showroom, three of these firms in particular, were the first companies we thought of carrying ourselves. It was a pleasure to work with Tamarian Carpets, New Moon Rugs and Tibetano in our first year and we look forward to making more rugs with them in the future.  With that said, we have greatly expanded our inventory from these vendors and have hundreds of designs and rugs to choose from.  Additionally, I would like to apologize for any offense taken, now or in the future, by my business partner’s remarks concerning the state of the floor covering industry, or any industry...or person, for that matter.  In many ways, I guess you could argue that I am entirely to blame.

By Paul Baird - Co Owner Verde Home

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