Napoleons butterfly peacock chair

It's when you are from a nordique country, you realize that some furniture is a bit too low (or we are too tall) 
But so refined and cute!
 
This chair, had ripped fabric, gray and dull, but full of potential and sweet and soft velvetty. I could imagine a couple buying this, as they just got married and then the bride, later on breast feeding her new born baby. As she got older, she might have knitted shawls and socks and telling stories about how they bought this chair.
And when she passed away, her grand daughter had inherited this arm chair and lived her family life in it.
 
And then, somehow, it ended up, old and un-wanted.
But not by me!
 
I loved it and with a lot of patience, love, paint, needles and thread, I breathed life into it, so a family could live in it once again.
 
As soon as it was done, it was gone.
Adopted!
By a very handsome, too tall for the chair, kind of man, in love with the colour and willing to add to it's story.
 
The end.... and hopefully to be continued.
 
FarFolly