If Thombeau can recline, so can I.
But my headboard, in the words of Gertrude Stein, is far more "more".
In Shaker Heights, those of us with good taste (and a wry eye for all things over the top) dubbed this camp-style as "early Van Aken", an homage to the Jews who bought furnishing like this as a way of saying that they had "arrived". Those that did buy this stuff, including certain members of moi family - but never my mother - bought high style furniture like this at a place called Janis Interiors at Cedar Center in University Heights: a store specializing jewel encrusted this, and faux finished that. If you could put a roman numeral after Louis' name and highlight it with faux gold gilt, Janis had it. I actually knew a woman who's mother had bought a Louis XXI table there. Hideous? Beyond words.
Anyway, glad to be officially back - the whole month is ready to go off without a hitch. Next sabbatical is planned for when they harvest my diseased gallbladder - whenever that might be.