MA CHAISE EST FINIE
My very talented sister Joëlle - there is going to be a price to pay for this revelation, I fear, but I can't resist sharing this news- designed and EMBROIDERED fabric especially for my low hearth chair. She made a template and found a way to make the branch seem to continue up the back. When she has time for all this, I don't know. She does not waste her time, as you see. I am ecstatic it's to my benefit.
It just came back from the upholsterer and I am in love with it!
Can you blame me?
A very American flower I love, the dogwood, the salmon-y shade of orange of the sofa nearby, on a background of raw linen, fabulous with the living room's light gray walls. Surprisingly, it does not look too sweet at all; rather just right for this type of seat.
Threes word come to mind.
PARFAIT! BRAVO! et bien sure, MERCI.
and another two, for Silhouette the cat: OFF LIMITS. compris?
Oh, and I am not the only beneficiary of Joëlle's generous talent; here is la merveille she made last year, for a very special friend's French country house bedroom; it was inspired by the playful wallpaper. (the background linen color was chosen to echo that of the room's velvet curtains).
Amazing for anyone. so, for a busy doctor...
...well, in fact, it reminds me of a story told to me by my then father-in-law some years ago: a very good friend of his, a male Paris surgeon, could not operate during World War 2 -for reasons I don't recall- and feared he might loose the agility of his hands; he started doing embroidery and- to make a statement- did most of it in a cafe in his neighborhood, in front of the German patrons, and to the French customer's supportive amusement.
A man embroidering in the 1940's. In public. What character. What fun. What self confidence.
Doctors can do all sorts of things. Who knew.