I like to jam myself into every photo opportunity. I couldn't be in the picture that shows you what the banquette (or "settee" if you're so inclined) looked like after its trip from North Carolina, but here it is. Black velvet. No Ridgeback. Way boring.
Add some fabric from San Francisco. And a sourpuss Ridgeback (apparently, I am NOT allowed on the furniture), et voila! Instant interest.
I guess next time I decide to be in the way of the camera, I'll at least try to smile. But really, it's a freakin' chair. And it's not for me. What's the big deal anyway?