R is for Rustic

: natural and authentic

“At last!” Clancy hollered as he finally emerged from the rustic bric-a-brac hamper, “I’ve been looking everwhere for a pair of burlap suspenders!” He proudly strutted over to the sales clerk and slapped a wad of cash in his hand. The clerk grinned. Clancy had just bought the tattered shards of a potato sack. His friends would be so jealous.