
I’d flirted with the idea of a Ruggable for years – largely for the designer cachet, if I’m being honest. You're telling me that I can have a 6’ x 9’ living room anchor designed by Jonathan Adler, the Hiltons – even the late, great Iris Apfel – for $599? Tempting. And as a New Yorker, I’ll take any excuse to wage war on the layer of city grime that insists on making itself at home in my apartment.
Still, I never pulled the trigger. As a bit of a wool-or-nothing rug snob, I was dubious about polyester earning any inch of real estate on my charming pre-war floors. Besides, the task-averse Aquarius in me was deeply uninterested in the idea of a two-piece system.