I love the look of old velvet chairs, they just have that feel of Granny's lap. Over sized and easy to snooze in, as years of inhabitants have settled in a perfect place to nestle in...in all the right spots, ahhhh...read me a story Grandpa. Once vibrant colors fade to muted tones of browns and rich burgundies. Table throws of rich velvets, now delicately drape from a chair or a table, once made to protect surfaces, now used to enhance them.
The look of weathered woods, bring a rich organic feel to a room, also giving a hint of mystery, wondering 'what and why'. But graceful to a room or porch, a rich piece of architecture, giving rise to conversation about ones past.
Sorry, can't forget the soft, loving furs of a friend always at hand, gracing the tops of ALL the furniture and flattened on the floor inviting the 'belly-rub'...an ever presence of love following footsteps and shadowing every move...what 'er we doing now Ma???
