Happy Father's Day to all of the amazing fathers out there!

Like every Father's Day, this one reminds me of the most joyous memories with my dad. Sadly, he passed away when I was only eight years old, but his memory lives on in my heart. I miss you.

I didn't get the chance to make many memories with him, but underneath my fondest ones rests a lovely Afghan rug. When he'd come home for his lunch breaks (he was a taxi driver), my sisters and I would jump up and down, waiting our turn, so he could pick us up and toss us in the air. When lunch was ready, we'd cross our tiny legs on these exquisite rugs and enjoy a delicious Afghan lunch.

These rugs gave me a sense of joy and comfort, and they still do. It's part of why I decided to start The Rug Mine, so that you and your families can share in this experience. But more importantly, you can enjoy these rugs and feel good about owning them, too. Every new rug is made by artisans who, like me, are dedicated to empowering women and crafting fair trade, sustainable rugs.