It is my 'train' book, one that I pull out for the journey in and out of London. In the book,
Virginia Woolf writes about the luxury of sitting in a deep arm chair. She mentions it along with mysterious autumn moonlight, venerable old stone, quiet rooms, assembled books,
pleasant carpets, urbanity, geniality, dignity, privacy and space....very VW.
Do you enjoy deep arm chairs? In our family, we each have a favourite.
We plop ourselves down and then the most curious thing happens. We each take shape.
I am a 'wrap and curl' sitter, bolstered by cushions. Mr. H likes the long sprawl,
so he is designated to the couch. Mr. H is quite tall so deep arm chairs are a must.
It drives anyone who likes a short, upright chair to near distraction as they sink
into the abyss of our family favourites.
The chair and a half concept best describes our chairs.
The wider, the deeper, the better, with a few extra
throw cushions for me.
How about you?
Do you enjoy the luxury of a deep arm chair?
Is there a favourite chair waiting for you at the end of the day?
Do you 'take shape' too?
Simple thoughts to add to my random thoughts of yesterday :)