My style has evolved over the years. Sure, there are somethings that have remained the same but as I have aged I have definitely stopped listening to others and started listening more to myself.
I suppose being able to purchase what I want is part of that. One thing that has always remained are the graceful lines of french Provencal furniture. In listening to myself when I saw this lovely chair last week at the market I jumped at the chance to turn an badly aged chair into a vintage beauty.
Legs that curve and swerve into shapely commas.
Arms that dart and turn. Already worn with age.
Carvings long lost in wood glue...will soon be on parade in milky white paint.
Double welting that follows the curve all the way around the back.
The seat cushion is filled to the brim with goose feathers. All she needs is reupholstering and a coat of chalk paint. I think the tablecloths will look divine on her. She looks like a chair I could stitch in for hours. It is all about the curves....