I love the texture of old...old lace, old plaster, old paint...
Faded old fabrics layered upon layer...wear spots complimenting each other in faded regalia
and deceased pomp...
Pictures of ancestors and thoughts forgotten in time...brought back to life in a decorators theme.
Elegance crumbling, awaiting a next assignment into the present and certain future...
The sun arises again through my kitchen window, though shrouded in clouds,it never fails to stimulate the knowing of what is past
and what is future...
Yes, this is...The Fabric of Sweet Repose...
