Age of Beauty

I love old things. They speak to me. I think their history gives a room such soul.

I bought this chair last weekend and I love it. I love the wood detail. I love the tapestry with the deer head in the center. I love the patinated hardware that makes it able to fold.

But most of all I love how worn and tattered it is - yet I suspect more beautiful than ever.

I have eyed this chair for quite some time and it has finally come home with me. It now sits in my studio and makes me smile each time I pass.

I wonder where it has lived before. I wonder who has sat in it. I wonder if it was a favorite chair since the place where one's legs would rest is quite worn.

I'll probably never know, and I don't need to know to be able to enjoy it for its present beauty. It is a beauty that would not exist had it not been for its survival under the "wear and tear" of life.

A bit like us, huh?