Green velvet seems to be a reoccurring theme for my weekends lately. Not that I'm complaining, that big cushy armchair is the kind that begs you to curl up in it on a rainy day with a good book. It's equally good for having breakfast out with friends, and seems to always be waiting for me, empty though the place is bustling.
Velvet armchairs, good food with good friends, antiques and rainy afternoons. I wonder what this weekend has up it's sleeve?