They're back already and they look stunning. The upholsterer, who has German ancestry, was visibly impressed with the pieces he had to do. "Each chair is unique!" he went, "What's their story?" So I told him the story, which is a little convoluted, but ended in "Flemish neo-baroque" and "1906 wedding present".
The crushed velvet is seriously confusing Neuroticat and her dwindling vision, who hasn't sat on, or haired on, or scratched any of the seating, so far. Long may it continue that way.
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