A view of the Dining Room. I like to think of it as the front parlor. The rug was my birthday gift from The Husband. It is 20th century Afghanistan. The chairs were purchased at Pier One, for $99 & reupholstered by the husband in a brown/grey flannel on the seats & front & crewel-work with over-laid brocade on burlap in the back. The Husband tells me that crewel-work was a skill learned by all good young European ladies in the 18th & 19th centuries. The Husband: "Very Martha Washington."
The sofa is Flemish pine, circa 1840s, upholstered in burlap with leather cushions. Bought by the Husband when he lived in Belgium in the early 1970s.
He brought it in to the relationship & were we to break up, it would go with him. I love it too much to divorce.
The table was made by The Husband from the stand of an industrial size mixing bowl & an old mahogany table top, silver leafed & studded. The sofa is the domain of Lulu. I like to sit there with coffee & a magazine.
I think I will order the Jack Russell Terrier. Is it free range terrier?
Detail of the rug. Sad, our war in Afghanistan (like the Russians before us) brought the traditional rug making business to a halt. Traders say Afghanistan lacks the processing infrastructure needed to make the carpet industry self-sufficient, raw materials are expensive, & the taxation system is all wrong, with foreign sales penalised by heavy duties while imported rugs are taxed at a low rate. Their government needs to do more to support this traditional industry. Now most of these rugs are made by refuges in Pakistan & Turkey.
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